tonight I invite you to join me in the i-don’t-know-what-to-say breath. words aren’t coming tonight, so instead, mindfulness, awareness of breath if I am quiet enough, I notice sounds like water flowing over rocks, or the million collisions of sand moving under ocean waves or like a light breeze over tall grasses Share This:
rain so hard it poured from the trees but I listened long enough to hear that it sounded like a heartbeat on the bare roof of the cabin collecting and pouring down not as one big whoosh but as a rhythm of flood and douse and relative quiet as more collected in the branches above… Read More
So I was driving past this beautiful high meadow in the fog and the trees on the far side were just a ghost and the light on the grasses in the meadow was just the most outstandingly beautiful glowing and sparkling gorgeousness… and I said to myself okay, when I come back this way I’ll… Read More
oatmeal half eaten hair half dry the bag half packed the day half planned with all of this half-ing, it’s hard not to feel half assed. instead, the truth of it: (some) things are simply halfway to where they need to be. some of them can stay half done forever — because really, what’s the impact?… Read More
There will always be a gap between what other people envision for you and what you need to do for you, this is truly, simply because they are not you. The work is not to try to keep from disappointing others, the work is to keep from disappointing yourself. Share This:
is it bad to confess that I want the unknown to just miraculously expose its gifts to me, expose the path, light the way, beacon with certainty and smells of vanilla and cinnamon, promises of hammocks and long views and lightning bugs and gentle breezes… it is bad to confess I want to know where… Read More
Today I’ve been thinking a lot about lightness vs heaviness about the cycle I keep experiencing, shifting back and forth between being heavy and laden down with history, habit and uncertainty, and the surprising lightness of relative clarity, openness, possibility and mobility…. the return (of sorts) back again into a thicker more tangled heaviness does… Read More
tonight I will practice my own take on a full moon breath— slowly, mindfully pulling breath down and in, imagining cool and round. right now the sky is milk and the trees are being tossed by a hot wind… and it is easier to imagine tossed and hot than to imagine cool and slow and… Read More
from Richard Droker http://www.flickr.com/photos/83432882@N05/7759213422/ Finding myself falling back into and following the grief journey strand of my braided river, I find myself back in conversation about stone. Back in the uncharted territory, back in the thick of feeling my way toward something. I have a long history of being a thinker. (remember pooh bear? think think think… Read More
there are moments tucked in, that seem almost stolen. quiet before sleeping, sometimes, or a lull when driving…in those moments I realize I am nearly starved for that kind of quiet, that kind of relative stillness, that kind of unhooked, uncharted time. Creativity, for me, has always needed space. It is a dance of gathering,… Read More
