I found a place more beautiful than any I’d ever seen. I first came across it while building sandcastles with my children. I showed them how to dig down to the wet sand beneath the surface. We raked our fingers through it, creating rivers and roads. The sand clung to my skin and told me of…
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Brave the stillness. Come back inside.
“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…
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…
Words for Finding Your Way
You are a traveler in this land, and while you’re here, you will move and be moved. In the process of your progress, become the ocean wave that rolls with elegance and sincerity. Burst into joyous dance as you celebrate the shores. With an open heart, point yourself in the direction of the things you…
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,…
Forever Brilliant (A Poem for Bravery)
If you’ve ever had a dream but been afraid to take action, if you’ve tried and failed before, or if you’ve forgotten who you are inside, this poem is for you. It’s inspired by my own journey through fearing who I am toward deeply knowing and loving that person – and dreaming bravely. I spent a…