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leadership
This morning I drew the “Leadership” card from my Doreen Virtue Archangel oracle deck. It spoke of it being my time to move forward with my leadership abilities. I also drew the Hierophant card from the Tarot and the Wolf card from the Animal Medicine deck. These are both teacher cards. I also did a…
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there is this moment
It is such a misguided notion to believe there is any other place to be but this one– the sweet smell of rain (the droplets falling on the very paper on which I was writing this), surrounded by poetry. A church bell chimes nearby and machines whirrrrrr all around me. The cacophony of seagulls crying…
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the (un)measured life
Let my life not be measured by gold or productivity or towers built for someone to later knock down Instead, let it be measured by the number of kisses on my neck, my forehead, my lips (and elsewhere). Let my life be measured by the number of times I have heard or spoken the words…
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faith | grace | healing | inspiration | love | mystery | photography | quoteslet’s find each other
Life is complicated, isn’t it? Recently, I was working at the front desk at work, a co-working space in Seattle. An elderly lady was sitting in stillness for almost two hours in the sunlight, her veined hands endlessly turning a brochure over and over. A half hour before closing, I decided to check on her….
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grace | healing | love | photography | self-excavationyoga of vulnerability
The other day in yoga I was in “Happy Baby” pose and suddenly I felt very small. And vulnerable. I found myself saying, “It’s okay, sweetie. I’m sorry that you were hurt. I’m sorry that you were lied to. I’m sorry that has made it hard for you to trust people.” I started crying as…
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holy harmony
she came this morning during morning mediation with chanting and toning (shimmering beauty) we snuggled and spoke of sunlit memories and private gardens (naked in the buttercups) we conjured a place to dwell filled with peace and flowers (art-making and altars) she toned and we chanted peace to all beings (including ourselves) May all hearts…
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