I’m grateful for another day of blue skies and a rising sun along the beautiful ridge line. I’m grateful for my practice of cultivating embodied awareness.
Grateful for a quiet morning, a weekend of rain — so peaceful and soothing, for being warm and dry inside my home, for hot matcha tea, and for plant care.
Grateful for hot water in washing the dishes. Hot water is a balm to the soul. I can wash and wash for hours.
We come. We go. Meanwhile, a small songbird sings and lifts effortlessly into the air from a tender branch. Who is more free?
But I’ve heard it said that there is no coming and going. 🤷🏻♀️
All we can do for now is take it day by day…
I forgive others, not because they deserve forgiveness, but because I deserve peace. ✌🏻
Be patient. Sometimes we have to go through the worst to get to the best.
Happy New Year!✨
It’s not selfish to love yourself, take care of yourself and make yourself a priority. It’s necessary.
I’m grateful that I was able to create a bit of art after a morning of too much scrolling through social media.
Whatever your life brings to you, respond with creation. If you are celebrating, create. If you are grieving, create. Only create. Always create. Constant creative response. This is the engine of resilience.
If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happens better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.
– Mary Oliver
Giving into joy feels like a radical act in these challenging times. I hope we all have the courage to be joy rebels. Have a great start to the week.