I dwell once again in the house of today. The icy sidewalks slow my body. Winter's cold invites the quiet, slow, pace. I let sensation lead. I move at the speed of my breath. Nothing rushes me. Presence is asked for. The world teaches stillness. And I listen. I met today at its true pace. I walked embraced in quiet sunshine. The silent landscape adjusted itself to my pace, my presence, my breath. I remain. This is enough. I dwell in the house of today. When you enter the hous

I dwell in the house of today. And the quiet meets me fully. Silence is my muse. I am listening. I consent to what comes. I am open to receive. Dawn holds the space where language gathers in the light of my heart and meets the rising day. Anything is possible. Nothing demands. There is no urgency for words. And the words arrive. One by one. Gently. And they rest upon the page.

Snow is the pause made visible. It softens the landscape. Listening from the silence inside out has served me well throughout my life. It drives some people close to me crazy. Crazy that I don't jump in and speak up right away or act before I have time to assess any given situation. Silence, like snow, is not empty or wasted time. It is a place where I have learned to gather my voice. My husband jumps right into action...oftentimes acting and speaking before he has time to

Light a candle for those loved ones you are missing at your table this holiday. When love remembers, grief finds me. Perhaps, during the holidays, grief finds me more easily. It is like the falling snow outside my window. A soft front moves through my body, cool at the edges and tender at my center. I feel grief in the quiet moments: when a song flows from the stereo reminding me of someone I loved when laughter echoes where a voice used to live when I bake Christmas cookie

My blue jay messenger is back in my birdbath. Just there within my view. Hello. What would you like me to share today, blue jay? Blue jays are fearless messengers and invite me to be the same. Trust the messages that come through you. Always come as you are. Their loud and piercing call reminds me to not change who I am for the world. Speak from the place beneath thought and beneath fear. Speak where truth resides. A place where words and messages are not rushed, not f

Snow. The word magically drops me into the sacred and cavernous space in my heart and brings illumination and awakens delight. It is white, pure, and it glistens in the sunlight and the moon light. Too many sparkles to count. This labyrinth drew my attention as we happened upon it whilst walking in the woods. Walking a labyrinth always invites inner exploration into my center of being. Snow answers the ancient call of my heart for I have the heart of a child. The echo to

Image for self-Love and appreciation. Hello, hello, hello. I am filled with gratitude that you are here reading my blog. If you are here for the first time, welcome. If you are a frequent reader, welcome back. Thank you for returning again, and again, and again. Your presence fills my heart. I see you. I feel you. I love you. Today's blog is inspired by a recent wake-up call, a whispered truth, I got from a dear friend who's known me my entire life. Let's call him

Slow down...something deeper wants to be seen. Pause...look up, lift up. Inquire within. Breathe deeply and thank the universe for breathing you into being. You are here for an important reason. Everyone has purpose. Everyone comes from love and returns to love. As I sit quietly, I take a deep breath in and I call back to me my scattered energies. I bring my hands gently to my heart and take another deep breath in and I let it all go with a loud, audible, sigh...ahhh

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