Dear Universe. Dear Life and Love. Dear Muses and Guides of the Truest Compassion. Dear Higher Self, I love the way the trees’ shadows come to life in the afternoon and how the sunlight dances in their bodies. Please show me more of that. I want to learn to follow the shadows back to the light….
Words + Pictures For Your Beautiful Heart
A few things I know about fear…and being brave.
If you’ve ever hated your fear or wished it would disappear, if you’ve ever shamed it or rejected it…wait, and try this: “Thank you, Fear.” Go ahead and try it now. How does it sound in your voice? “Thank you, Fear, for your unconditional attention.” How does it feel in your body? “Thank you, Fear,…
Here’s to showing up.
Dearest One, Here’s to showing up. To the little bit of courage we found beside our fears and the little bit of kindness. And the time and attention paid to the things that mattered most. May we all be so clear. Here’s to the love we filled our homes with and the hope we filled our…
Do it for the way it feels and the feelings it grows.
You can multiply the good feelings in life through your intention to nurture them, the gentleness with which you hold them, and the generous spirit with which you engage them. The good feelings in life don’t need to be used sparingly. They don’t need to be exchanged for something more valuable. Nor hidden, nor hoarded. There’s…
Something to tide you over through the doubt. (To rooting for goodness.)
Children run and shout outside my house. Bruised knees and sticky hands speak of good sweat and endless summers. Children look out from the tv screen with fear and hunger in their eyes. Some have no shoes, no parents. Some have innocence in them yet. She sings an aria onstage. Her elegant gown sparkles…
For the lost days, the troubles, and the fire in your belly.
Tenderness is a solution. But then, there’s also planning. Breathing is therapeutic. So is goal-setting. Clear priorities have medicinal properties. Magic waits in every baby step. Inspiration feeds authentic action. Your response to life’s challenges can be systematic or something more limber, more spacious. Choose a time to act or choose to wait consciously as…
This is our story of love and fortitude. (I can’t believe I get to live it.)
I remember how warm his hand felt wrapped around mine. How safe it made me feel as we crossed the Dublin streets. I remember the way we laughed until we cried as the piano solo began. Front row, center, we tried to hold it in but only laughed harder. I remember the joy and innocence…
Open, open, open…you will be soft wonderment. 🌱
They knew her as Dream Girl, Child of Awe. She lived in the fields just outside town. Gardens surrounded her home, and beyond that a wall with a great door. You could find her balancing atop the wall, listening. Her bare feet felt for familiar stones, ruddy cheeks turned toward the sky. “Feel how soft…
I know pain’s inevitable, but still…where’s the love?
What does it mean to love your life? Like, actively love it. I’m talking about love, the verb. As in to hold dear, to cherish, to thrive in. (You know, loving.) Speaking for myself, it’s easy to look for the feeling of love without the doing of love. I find myself thinking, I’m waiting…where’s my passion? My excitement? Why aren’t I loving this? …
Let it all drop 🍃
Once, I was a falcon, or at least I tried to be. Fast and focused, I was quick to act, quick to think, never a moment wasted. I wanted to fly the farthest and be the most ruthless. I carried with me always a sense of urgency, as if to say, “Look how much I…