I need to die each day in order to live it fully No more dragging my heavy heart stone out of bed each morning Trudging through a sticky quagmire of bitter resentment Hauling and heaving my great boulders of blame I want to die each day Even through the agony of forgiveness Even through the screaming voices demanding that I hold on to my rightness Even through the fear that I will lose Even through the injustice of it not being fair So I die each day with a little more grace

Finally on my way to say yes I bump into all the places where I said no to my life all the untended wounds the red and purple scars those hieroglyphs of pain carved into my skin and bones, those coded messages that send me down the wrong street again and again where I find them, the old wounds the old misdirections and I lift them one by one close to my heart and I say holy holy

Slow down, friend. Breathe. In, out. In, out. Sink into the vastness of presence Life is only a moment. Answers do not arrive on-demand. We are on an ancient schedule here. The teaching is simple: Slow down, friend. Breathe. In, out. In, out.

Stillness is like water moving deep inside the earth seeping slowly between rocks trickling down in the dark a tide moving inward Stillness is the space between breaths inside heartbeats the silence of the gathering wave that never breaks Stillness blankets me cushions me against my own sharp edges wraps me in her protective shawl keeps my tender heart from ripping on the thorns of the world

I’ve come to listen Even when it’s hard I’ve still come to listen Even when I forget and fill the listening with my own words I’ve come to listen Even when I’m unsure of the silence I’ve still come to listen To listen loudly so my feet can hear the earth And my heart hears those hushed heavenly voices that bring me back So I can hear past my own thoughts to distinguish you from me Enough of my words I’ve come to listen

Return, whispers the moment. I am right here. Here in the rise and fall of breath, here in the river of light and dark, dark and light that runs through me, through you - through sky and tree and early morning birdsong. Bow in gratitude, whispers closed door, discomfort, disaster, disappointment - let it all burn to the ground so you can see, so finally you can see the moon. The moon that lights your true - your truest way. Let it be easy, whispers words on the page. The wond

It’s gratitude that keeps the heart strong that melts the fear that breaks the spell that leads you to the gold It’s gratitude that opens the door and shows the way That answers the questions which worry the mind and close the heart It’s gratitude that has a thousand happy Gods dancing through your garden throwing blessings Sowing seeds of grace Upon your life

My heart knows what is important When I slow down and listen It kindly reminds me of the simple truth Each small habit I have makes up the total of how I live Not the job I do, the house where I live, who I love or what I say But the choices I make each minute, that sculpt my life A better life doesn’t come from wishing or wanting complaining or resenting nor from therapy or pushing or trying harder But from the still moments between a thought and its action The precise momen

“By regarding ourselves with kindness, we begin to dissolve the identity of an isolated, deficient self. This creates the grounds for including others in an unconditionally loving heart.”

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Whether or not you know that you are beautiful,  the flowers gaze at you whenever you walk by.  When your heart feels like stone and you've lost sight of the gifts being given,  you are still held by the earth beneath you and kissed by the breath of the trees.  When you've convinced yourself that you're hopeless and that you simply can't fulfill the role that you were born here to play,  the sky is still whispering your name and the stars are waiting for their chance to sing

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