Deep Peace
The peace of all-will-be-well comes back to me through open windows of April and October, dancing on birdsong and fresh air, as fleeting as the perfect seasons of Louisiana but as sure and healing as the morning sun.
A Breather
How long have you been juggling life without taking a breather? Imagine taking it. That’s a good way to begin.
Labyrinth Mower
None of my labyrinths are perfect, but I’m not striving for perfection. All of my labyrinths have taken me in, centered me, even when center is north of middle or tucked away in a corner. I leave a labyrinth more present and less afraid of the path before me.
Deservingness
Whether I crush the obstacle, crawl under or over it, or walk away from it, I am enough. And I deserve the good things.
Highway Horizon
I’m not sensitive to vortexes and energies, but maybe that crest is mine. Maybe I’m connected to ancient eyes that watched those hills, the deepness of their sorrow, the lightness of their joy. I feel those things on that hill when I see the blues in the distance.
Pen Shadow
I become giddy when I see my pen shadow, and this often shows up in my morning list of gratitudes.
Recent Comments