- I strive to grieve you in a creative way. Not destructive. Not in a love eating way. In a love feeding way. I don’t want bitterness in place of you. I want a love so big it must reach you no matter how far apart in time and space we are.Nature has always known how to meet death with beauty and grace. #nature #death #beauty #love #feelthemusicThere are moments where I bawl my eyes out. And the next I smile because I know you are beyond the play of the elements. Your soul is refined and expressing in its purest. You are life beyond life. After death. That space which no one can say isn’t. Not for certain.I’ve been thinking a lot about the spaciousness of the now when we attend to it.Consciousness is all that matters. It is the very basis of all matter....
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Maddening – when I must write. How I can have a million words in my mind, none worthy to say. An internal dialogue that I can never shut down with no one clear story to tell. Notebook in hand with a … Continue reading
Today’s prompt: What’s my elevator pitch? (Read: What am I excited about? What am I building?) I’m a person who loves finding the middle. The heart. Of everything. I love finding it, connecting to it, understanding it and moving from … Continue reading
So I’m hitting two prompts in one post. The first: What do people thank me for? And the second: What am I most proud of? This feels so uncomfortable to write about. Odd. But true. Anyways, here it goes. Well, … Continue reading
So I’ve actually been blogging for a couple of years now but without any real consistency. For the last year and a half, most of my posts have been reprints of the ones I write for my local yoga studio. … Continue reading
I’ve always just kind of hoped I’d find this one great truth about myself that, once discovered, would open me to understanding my purpose. The more I dug for it, the deeper it hid. I’ve searched for meaning in books, … Continue reading
The season is changing, back to school. The relaxed unstructured pace of summer is replaced with buzzing alarm clocks and rushed mornings. Until I adjust my gait over here to get in stride with fall’s rhythm, it is almost impossible to set … Continue reading