perhaps his heart
is too bright
for your boxy, measured world
perhaps his wonder
isn’t brandable
in your tight space, rat race
bullies come
and bullies go
(they tend to find each other)
love remains
truth remains
(free the boxes)
girls playing on a zip line the scent of clover his voice merging with sunlight
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…
This misty, Sunday morning, so cozy and warm. A world of wonder awaits!
the girls and me from the archives “Life is filled with suffering, but it is also filled with many wonders, like the blue sky, the sunshine, the eyes of a baby. To suffer is not enough. We must also be in touch with the wonders of life. They are within us and all around us,…
The two things I want to impart to my daughters that I never saw modeled and am still learning are this: #1 Follow your joy. Always. #2 Walk away from things that hurt or don’t feel good. I wish someone had taught me to say: “I don’t like the way you treat me (or how…
Life has been bringing a lot of grace lately. While I won’t officially be a college graduate until the fall, my work is all turned in and I walked in the ceremony a couple of weeks ago. This happened because I decided it was time to move forward. I made a last, big push and…