Let Beauty Nap in Your Lap

I hear you. You are tired. Worn out from this and that, a dire need for vibrancy Today, I urge you with this simple task: let beauty nap in your lap I know, I know you are quite busy with big plans, talkfests, running to and fro, but if you take a stand to sit, If you take a stand to be IF you take a stand to still and allow the wings of a pigeon dove to shield you with mercy, well then You may find yourself falling in love with the insignificant You may find yourself dreaming something…

The Power of Breath

A few months back, my friend Kristen and I went to a Transformational Breath workshop. Truthfully, I had no idea what we had signed up for, but I thought the guides may teach some good breathing techniques to help when life throws a curveball and since I love learning about new healing modalities, I was on board. The experience that day was astounding. I learned that we only use about 30% of our breath capacity on any given day. I learned that our breath has amazing power… much more than we realize. Through this particular breathing technique that we practiced,…

The Gift of the Invisible Instinct

I spy what lies before me — simple analog clock pesters me with kronos time – tick, tick, tick fading moon peeks airy consonance from behind a hazy, morning cloud hot teacup invites me to linger a bit longer before the groove of tasks press All a reminder of living, here, in this age of ancient future Yet, I’m most interested in the sensing of invisible ideas imaginative whimsy intuitive nudges This secluded insight takes form in the white space of silence, the unspoken sparkle of a fresh encounter, the dreams that leave an imprint upon waking. This cloaked vision…

Storms, Love & Candy

The frenzy’s been real. You can feel the pulse of anxiety on the roads, in the stores, the preparation of a town awaiting the tremendous storm but, you know it isn’t IF the storm is coming, it’s simply a matter of when Sometimes a life storm catches us by surprise and we reel back in shock, in anger, in despair and, other times we have a heads up and we rip our hair out while we wait, becoming gatherers of supplies, worriers of the utmost. dear friend, Could it be that you and I are the ones called to be…

A spark for the “Me? I’m Not Creative” Types

Do you feel the tingle? the stretch of pain and pleasure leading you toward expansion? the pressing of what leans you into the edge of your comfort zone? the passion of what rises inside and asks you to please honor her? the sizzle that warms your form to spark goodness into the world? I’ve heard you say, “Me? No, I can’t write draw paint sing dance” Yet, you are the one who wakens each day with a desire for more. Your body cries out to heed her message to bend toward space for imagination. Look outside. the sun rises again….