Which will you choose?
Depletion or regeneration
The endless hunger of more or the wellspring within?
How will you contribute?
By taking from the world or giving something new?
By feeding the void or nurturing the seed…..
Read MoreWhich will you choose?
Depletion or regeneration
The endless hunger of more or the wellspring within?
How will you contribute?
By taking from the world or giving something new?
By feeding the void or nurturing the seed…..
Read MoreMay I know, at the end of my days,
That each of my choices have mattered -
That I have done work that has mattered -
That the experiences of my life
Have been mixed together into one big earthen bowl
Rich with kindness
And served with a generous heart…….
Read MoreWhere do you place your precious attention?
Is it scattered like leaves in the wind -
Distracted, tugged in a thousand different directions?
Is it surface-level,
Skimming the edges of what truly matters?
Or is it deep, sustained, reverent -
A gaze that honours the moment,
That sees beyond the noise
And into the heart of things?…….
Read MoreFrantic
Exhausted
Overwhelmed
Running on empty
This culture of rushing and hustle
Demanding everything
Offering nothing in return….
Read MoreWhich do you choose?
Juicy
Vital
Soft
Sensual
Relaxed
Flexible
Grounded
Plump with possibility
Alive
OR…..
Read MoreBreathe deeply
Let yourself arrive here
An invitation
For your body to soften
Your nervous system to exhale
The restless river of thought to quieten beneath the noise of life
Beneath the stretch
A soft undoing…..
Read MoreFragrance arrives in the ordinary
It has its own language
Finding its way through the senses
A signature of each moment
The kitchen after baking
Sweet and warm and lovely…..
Read MoreI no longer wish to be sensible
To tuck in my wild edges
Or explain my joy
Sensible is beige
And boring……..
Read MoreI gather my life
In simple acts
Pouring tea
Lighting some incense
Chopping herbs for cooking
Watching the dappled sunlight
Spread across the wooden floors
Like a blessing of warmth……..
Read MoreWe begin
Where the roots are dry
Where separation has left its mark
On our bodies
Our relationships
Our world
We begin
Not with grand gestures……
Read MoreI no longer measure myself by numbers, reflections or timelines
I have outgrown the mirror’s opinion
I am not reaching backwards
Or chasing the shimmer of youth
Or polishing myself to be more palatable
I do not resist time
I rise with it
And let it carve me into someone……
Read MoreI am more than a photo
More than frozen light
Or captured angles
Cropped and contained
In someone else’s frame…..
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