Jul 26, 2014 | Global
After long hours of country sides streaming into a blur outside of my window.
After picking wild flowers off the side of an on ramp.
After many sips of coffee and a book we tirelessly tried to listen to.
After many clock checks.
After many hours dreaming of being back in the soil of my childhood.
We were there.
Hurried hello’s and merry meetings all around my wonderfully large family.
Hours of lazy pool swims, much laughter with relatives I have longed to sit with and many fire works bursting.
Hello forth of july. Good bye Tennessee.
It was the shortest sweetest time with my love and my family.
But we have to soak in those short moments don’t we?
The ones that are so fleeting, so sparkling and fly by before we even blink.
We have to step back and then into them and let them be everything they want to be.
Oh those sweet moments I had been day dreaming about and that he so lovingly made come true we just what I needed.
Jun 11, 2014 | Global
“As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth,
so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind.
To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again.
To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives”
. -Henry David Thoreau
You must re-visit.
Over and over.
Come home and stay a while.
(Tea from: Lindsay Luna and Danmala Teas)
May 1, 2014 | Global
Connection for me has been in solitude lately or just with one other soul.
I have idea’s that this isn’t enough.
I should connect with more people.
I should be more sociable.
Being sociable doesn’t translate to connection or a better way to live.
If I show up fully, I mean undressed and loving full throttle, fully.
For 5 people,
for 3 people,
heck one person a week!
Then I am connecting in an authentic way.
I am so happy I am connecting with the entire world.
By connecting with ALL of me!!!!
Apr 25, 2014 | Global
-I collected feathers at the ocean the other day to remind me of what has been SHED.
-What has been GAINED.
The breeze blows the warm sort of breeze that makes me think of childhood tree climbing.
Of books read under cloudy skies.
Of walking for hours, the sky turning from daylight to dusk.
Everything that was dead or dormant, is now bursting forth with life.
The cycle is beginning again.
Everything is in birth mode.
The barren trees baring leaves.
The empty nests full of eggs.
The fresh start.
Everything is high.
