“Have you thought of everything?” my mind asks as I consider the future. “Are you sure?” (Of course, I’m never as sure as it would like.) “This worries me,” it says. “You must be absolutely certain.” “Watch where you’re going,” my eyes say as I try something new. “Do you see?” (Of course, I never see…
Grounding
Always, always remember where you came from.
I taste the magic in your smile, like the whole universe in a single drop. You are awe. -from There, I Might Find Peace I looked at the stars last night and saw the making of me. The sky was my own reflection. I remembered that I am the very stars I wish upon, the…
How all that hurts can teach us to heal.
I found Sorrow on the tundra. She shivered and struggled to surround herself with stones much larger than her body. I bowed to her and asked, “Tell me, Sorrow, how can I help?” “The emptiness, it’s consuming me. I must fill it,” she answered. “I see,” I said. I knelt and showed her the grass…
To you, from your ❤, c/o me. (I thought you should know.)
Do you see that? Really, you should look. No, no, you don’t need to go anywhere. Stay where you are. Here, try this… close your eyes for a second… now, open them slowly, and before you say anything, look around. Isn’t it beautiful? You’re beautiful. I think so every time I see you. (I thought you…
Your wild spirit’s calling. Can you feel it?
A recipe for making fire: courage room to breathe desire Have you ever thought about how a candle burns? Blue as it breathes in, gold as it lets go. The candle’s flame isn’t a thing, but an event, a reaction between fuel, breathing room, and a little spark. The candle pulls the wax from its…
If nothing else, remember that today, you are alive.
“I guess it’s blooming that I fear,” I confided to the garden. “What if I discover I’m only a weed?” “Have I told you about the dandelion?” the flowers replied. – from Love, Child. Love. If I am meant to blossom, then I must nurture the garden that sleeps in me. I must learn to dabble…
The place where hearts go to mend. (I’ll meet you there.)
There is a clearing. I found it most accidentally, yet I knew somehow that it was waiting for me. The air was crisp and bright where the edge of fall tapped upon summer’s back. I spent the day with the birch tree, gathering her fallen leaves and placing them along her branches’ shadows. One by one,…
The value of experiencing. (And other things my body taught me.)
The salt in the sea, my sweat, and my tears can heal almost anything. There must be an ocean in me. My bones hold their breath for the crack of thunder in a storm. There must be lightning in me. My feet seek winding paths, and my legs ache to run. There must be a…
Where you are connected to all things, you are perfection.
The voice of your ancestors reverberates in your cells. Hear them, speak them. Oxygen flows through your body. Inhabit your body as freely as it does. Sunlight reflects from your face. Radiate, illuminate. Your hands work with the memory of ancient trees and tools. Go where you are masterful. Do you see it yet?…
In the quiet, from deep within, the answer came to you.
You were born under a meteor shower. Shooting stars raced through the night, sharing their stardust to celebrate your arrival. The sun had not slept at all in anticipation of you. She brought the morning early in honor of your birth. “For love, Child. Love,” she said as she covered the sky in fire and…