Beginning your practice from where you are and being content with small steps in the desired direction. A cup of white jasmine tea without any pesky leaves at the bottom of the cup. Morning light that awakens you like a gentle friend. Waking up without a bedside clock. This song and the album, Hazel Eyes,…… Continue reading Ten Consolations for a Cloudy Morning
After hours of technology, my paper journal and pen renew me. Writing by hand requires refreshing effort and brings release.
I aim to practice mindfulness each day, to hold shapes to the light and recognize the fibers of which they’re made.God takes my hand and unclenches it. Gripping no treasures but the heavenly treasures, we remain in love.”You are rising in little ways you deem unimportant.Lift your gaze and know you are more than your…… Continue reading Shapes
we descend the many stairs―on the last landing,a crushed lily*dipping the bread―mirrored in the bowlthis calm face*the birds disperse in a flash like a sudden splash of water*a river of stones
After hours of struggle, I leave the puzzle in blissful pieces and step outside.