maybe all i ever needed
was to let life come to me
to stop trying so hard
to wait
and listen
to be a bowl
to be filled
more chalice
less blade
i like being filled up
i like being soft
To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under the sun. a time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill and a time to heal … a time to weep and a time…
“illusionary barriers” taken with Canon ES 20D see it bigger There is no world “out there”. What I perceive is all alive inside of me. It is to that which I turn my attention.
within the burgeoning spring the wind blows fiercely living things are wrenched apart
When I am deeply rooted in my own power and take full responsibility for my life, my spirit can soar free. My spirit is not beholden to gravity and the rules of the physical world but my body is. The nature of reality, according to many belief systems is that the physical world is an…
I’ve taken to daily mediation walks. It’s nourishing to my spirit and helps ground me to my purpose. I walk for 30 minutes then journal until I feel complete. Â Here is today’s reflection: A cat visits, twining itself around my legs for a while. I pet it and also just let it be , allowing…
What sower strode across the earth, Which hands sowed The heart’s seeds of fire? Like rainbow’s bands they went out from his fists To the frozen ground, young earth, hot sand And there shall they sleep Greedy, and drink up our life And break it into pieces For the sake of a sunflower you don’t…