Jan 25, 2014 | Love
Love is:
Love is the scar on your knee’s your mother kissed.
Love is the battered package you received in the mail the other day.
Love is the sound of the wind escaping through the small gap in your window.
Love is the orange glow the fire cast on your lovers skin.
Love is hands worn with time and the things they have made.
Love is your nieces’s tangled curly hair.
Love is building forts at midnight and laughing uncontrollably.
Love is reading green eggs and ham over and over and OVER.
Love is knowing when not to give up.
Love is eating dinner on an Italian patio listening to Frank Sinatra.
Love is dancing in the rain to “Home”.
Love is lemon drop colored leaves.
Love is the half smile you wear.
Jan 24, 2014 | Global
It was a quick beauty.
The shades of magenta the sky turned just before the sun silently fell asleep.
We were cold, but enchanted.
How could we not be?
Nature is and will always be what fills me to the depths of my soul.
I could never live in an iron city full of glass walls.
I must be among the meadows, the towering tree’s and the sea.
Jan 20, 2014 | Global
When I am surrounded by family I feel at home.
Jan 10, 2014 | Global
Living a conscious life is difficult.
It takes courage to stay tuned in and sensitive.
Courage to: Really dig deep.
Courage for: Honest pouring.
Courage for: Raw vibrant dialogue.
Courage to: Transform the shadow side into shimmering serving stories.
Will you rise up with me today and have courage to be present and conscious?
“Caught in the swirling actions, thoughts, and journeys of others, we lose touch with our breath, our bodies, and the grounding center within us.”
-Patricia Lynn Reilly, Author of I Promise Myself (A great resource.)
My body.
How do I feel in it?
Lately?
I have been struggling to feel full of energy and life.
No matter how much I sleep, how much water I drink or what good foods I put into my body I feel tired.
I’v been achier, slightly nauseated, and sometimes my anxiety gets the very best of me.
Living with an auto immune disease isn’t easy as pie.
I don’t want to continue in a negative spiral, however I want to share honestly that it has been, over the years, quite a struggle.
It takes me up and down. But sometimes more down.
I begin to think negatively towards my body.
I hate this I think. I hate the way I feel. I hate being sick.
It was like an electric bolt to my thoughts.
First I think then my body follows suit.
Not the other way around.
My lover helped me see this.
I have been telling my body I hate it and of course it is going to feel abused, neglected and sick.
My body has been my greatest teacher.
She has withstood many rigorous painful storms.
Both physically and emotionally.
She has continued to walk on even with the aches.
She has continued to breath and be a safe harbor for my emotions and dreams.
She has held me tightly together when I thought everything would fall apart.
She signals me into what I am really feeling.
If I am holding too much in.
Or if I am not being kind to myself.
She transforms with the seasons and years I walk through.
She has been the lover that has never left me.
So to you my dear I am deeply sorry for how I have abused and neglected you.
-I am committed to loving you fully.
I am devoted to sending love deep down to comfort all the wounded places.
I am committing to listen to you more. To do things that serve towards a healthier vessel.
See article by Mystic Momma about release!
