I see the ghosts of who I was yesterday everywhere. They line familiar streets and glide through my home. There I am, pushing a swing and there, burning the wooden spoon on a hot, empty pan. There I am laughing until I cry and crying until I laugh, practicing handstands against the wall, and sleeping. There…
Courage
Wishing you a year of gratitude, insight, and wide-open possibility.
On the eve of the new year, he stood on his balcony, leaning over just enough to feel it arrive. The promise and forgiveness of the night embraced him. He pictured the aches and worries of the last 12 months scatter in the winter wind and fly away. Only their lessons remained. He listened to the…
For hope, comfort, and calling forth guidance.
Dear Universe. Dear Life and Love. Dear Muses and Guides of the Truest Compassion. Dear Higher Self, I love the way the trees’ shadows come to life in the afternoon and how the sunlight dances in their bodies. Please show me more of that. I want to learn to follow the shadows back to the light….
A few things I know about fear…and being brave.
If you’ve ever hated your fear or wished it would disappear, if you’ve ever shamed it or rejected it…wait, and try this: “Thank you, Fear.” Go ahead and try it now. How does it sound in your voice? “Thank you, Fear, for your unconditional attention.” How does it feel in your body? “Thank you, Fear,…
Here’s to showing up.
Dearest One, Here’s to showing up. To the little bit of courage we found beside our fears and the little bit of kindness. And the time and attention paid to the things that mattered most. May we all be so clear. Here’s to the love we filled our homes with and the hope we filled our…
Something to tide you over through the doubt. (To rooting for goodness.)
Children run and shout outside my house. Bruised knees and sticky hands speak of good sweat and endless summers. Children look out from the tv screen with fear and hunger in their eyes. Some have no shoes, no parents. Some have innocence in them yet. She sings an aria onstage. Her elegant gown sparkles…
For the lost days, the troubles, and the fire in your belly.
Tenderness is a solution. But then, there’s also planning. Breathing is therapeutic. So is goal-setting. Clear priorities have medicinal properties. Magic waits in every baby step. Inspiration feeds authentic action. Your response to life’s challenges can be systematic or something more limber, more spacious. Choose a time to act or choose to wait consciously as…
I know pain’s inevitable, but still…where’s the love?
What does it mean to love your life? Like, actively love it. I’m talking about love, the verb. As in to hold dear, to cherish, to thrive in. (You know, loving.) Speaking for myself, it’s easy to look for the feeling of love without the doing of love. I find myself thinking, I’m waiting…where’s my passion? My excitement? Why aren’t I loving this? …