The earth remembers me. I am not becoming-- I am belonging. Today I walk the path. It is curved the way life curves without explanation. With the sun in my face, trees waking, water reflecting light back to the sky without effort. The earth is not something I visit or celebrate for one day only...She is a powerful loving force I belong to always in all ways. As I witness all of her glorious returning, green rising, branches broadening and softening, life is remembering its

Inhale. Exhale. Pause. Every morning I wake up early. I come downstairs and look out my large windows that open to the eastern sky and I greet the quiet darkness before dawn breaks. I begin to prepare a pot of coffee with freshly roasted coffee beans. As the coffee brews, I feed Rosie, fill her water dish and we step outside. I love the quiet. The morning does not need to be conquered. It only asks to meet it with your presence. I stand on the earth and look up at the s

Lake Pepin at Dawn Inhaling peace and exhaling gratitude is a practice you can feel in your body. There is a lightness felt in your chest. Similar to how the dawn begins in your heart way before it breaks over the horizon. A steady breath has already settled in. This embodiment practice you feel gives your nervous system time to rearrange itself. You are learning a new rhythm. A rhythm to be the peace you want to see, feel, and know in this world and wrap that peace in

I wrote this meditation this morning as I reminded myself, it is spring, but it sure looks and feels a whole lot like winter. After...