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

A stunning visitor appears out my window. Oh… yes. This is just one of my stunning visitors to my front landscape just outside my window. This cardinal feels like a, "sacred fire" set against winter’s stillness. His visit brings warmth and comfort to my heart. A messenger sent from a loved one in heaven. A symbol of encouragement, hope, steadiness, and dignity. A thread woven into our family's memory of how love continues. He is framed by the dark green branches of the

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...