Broken eggs

The pull of the familiar The voices from the past They are only dreams now While they bring back a feeling, A twitch in your neck Where fear kept a nest Of eggs with shells so fragile A simple smell could break them open Look closer still. See that they are empty Just full of... Continue Reading →

Living heart centered

As a new year starts, it’s amazing to see the intention setting, the challenging of limiting beliefs, the strategies for meeting goals the renewed sense of purpose, determination, resolve to change our lives in the way we think will make them better. The problem is that intentions and goals are only as good for as... Continue Reading →

Letting go of the year

As the year winds down, I am filled with mixed emotions.  Its been a transformative year in my life to say the least and as I reflect on all that has occurred,  I am faced with the question of what my true intention for the next year will be now that I have gotten to... Continue Reading →

Defying Gravity

When gravity pulls you down and you think you can’t bear the weight Let the light in, it glows bright. It can lift you up, lift you out To a place where gravity doesn’t exist Where you can choose to be grounded While you choose to fly Where everything serves Everything teaches Everything is love... Continue Reading →

A love letter to myself

I wrote this yesterday. It was a love letter to myself with words I needed to hear. I wasn't going to post- it was too raw, to out of context, too much.  Then I laughed because that's all a contradiction. So posting now to release my fears and live my intention toward my own growth... Continue Reading →

If this week was your last

I listened to a story today about a man that lost his girlfriend to cystic fibrosis. It was a touching story and one that forces you in to awareness. The awareness that we think we always have more time. More time to do the things we always wanted. To travel, to write a book, to... Continue Reading →

On Aging

...each line on my brow a question mark, each ache in my hips as I get out of bed a lesson, and each crick in my neck a reminder of all I have endured and possibly can’t let go of.

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