Just like that Monday, so long ago my answer will be yes. every time, yes. to every question, yes again and again, yes the way it was when we were together. until the demons are gone, yes and you can join me under that blanket, yes and your heart beats under my ear again Yes and yes and yes. I've never not loved you, my big goof.
DId the Wise Men actually consider looking at Mary and Joseph's Babies-R-Us wish list?
Why is patience one of the hardest human states to cultivate? Why is it so easy to disrupt?
Tonight's meditation was woven around a thought I've been contemplating since my Yoga Nidra training two weeks ago--this idea of the universe being one, but all of us a part of that one and a collective at the same time.
My main thought is this...
The most important gift this holiday season is the gift of pause for yourself.
What good is the present If all we worry about are other things?
Meditation is not a competition. There is no enlightenment finish line.
Woke up wishing for last week's Sunday steaming coffee mugs cradled between hands
After exploring the recesses of this brain, three tiny poems need released. By the time I write those, I will have two more bubbling about
Is it an equal trade to swap a past shattered by darkness and tear-stained pain for an airy ethereal elusive hope of the future? What is the tipping point, that one grain of salt too many on the scale, where one begins to drop coins in investment for uncertainty rather than gathering worn and melancholy …
What do snails think when crossing a busy street or a stretch of asphalt that lasts forever?
Do you think the monarch has moments where he wishes to return to the comfortable solitude of his chrysalis?
Use the breath to keep the heat of the moment from becoming a spark that begins an all-consuming wildfire.
How is it that when we return from walking a distance we are not the same person as when we began?
Gratitude has become my companion and lover in the way no mortal can or could For no matter the weather or way love is but a breath away and can be taken by no one ... Image courtesy S. Hermann & F. Richter via Pixabay
Words by Beth 