People come into our lives. They may be forgettable. Continue reading “Soul Treat”
Tag: loving
Connection Anyway
Follow your heart. When a name or image of a person suddenly pops into your mind – reach out, contact them. Continue reading “Connection Anyway”
Retiring My Emotional Armor
Yesterday was an emotional day for me. The purging hurt so good. The death of an antiquated pattern, shedding my dumb-suit. My beauty radiating blissfully from under the decaying camouflage. Reflecting on how different I am today. It hit me hard. Like my heart was cracking open to love – love for myself. Continue reading “Retiring My Emotional Armor”
Messenger
I am just in love with this piece by Mary Oliver…
Messenger
My work is loving the world.
Here sunflowers, there the hummingbird-equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening of the yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect?
Let me
keep my mind on what matters, which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy
dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is that we will live forever.
Here, Wait, I Believe This Dead Is Yours
Oh, by the way, have I shared my expertise regarding the long term effects as a result of a dark childhood? Unfortunately, I know all too well, the life-long repercussions – the DEAD they placed inside of me, in us. Continue reading “Here, Wait, I Believe This Dead Is Yours”
Enough
Let’s be enough. Yeah, being enough….. sounds like a great idea but, then, there’s reality. Most of us have standards, behavior, goals, expectations, etc. that have no ceiling. There is never satisfaction. Breathless. Striving. Reaching. Your own invisible hell. You never feel enough. Your mere existence was never enough. But doesn’t it sound like such a simple idea to put into action? Continue reading “Enough”