Begin

I took the plunge and began. Right where I am. Begin. This is where I start. The first step off the edge is the hardest. The cold plunge shakes you awake, heart beating, blood pumping wildly, lungs gasping for more. Oh, but the awake. The alive. To  the  bone  a l i v e. All…

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All Paths Lead Back to Home

Snow collects in icy corners round the edges of the window panes on these blessed old windows. The cold radiates off glass penetrating the contrasting warmth of the house as they duel hot against cold, there are moments in the subzero that I’m not sure who has won the battle.  Drifts billow wave like through…

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A Letter to My Son(s)

  Dear Wild Heart,   Please do not think that just because you are growing up means giving up on who you are.  Your truth. Your essence. The light of who you were created to be. Please do not misunderstand, that becoming a man requires you to harden your heart.  The truth is instead, manhood…

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Journey

It’s been a while folks. Oh where to begin…. I sit here before a quietly blinking cursor, and swear I will not curse, myself.  Just breathe and begin, there is no wrong answer.  My silence here is reflective of my process. I am nothing if not authentic, and I write from a heartfelt space. Some…

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Into Stillness

Breathe. Expand. Hold. Moving into stillness requires presence, attention, and grace.  Deep fall prepares our hearts and bodies, guiding us within, expanding our attention as daylight gives way to shadow.  Winter holds us steady wrapped in woolens and frosty arms of it’s sheer depth and fortitude. The season calls for quiet. For hibernation. For healing.…

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An Instrument of Peace

Last night’s soft blanket of snow envelops the earth in loving warmth as dawn comes slowly this morning, shaking the cobwebs loose as I endure the wait for the kettle to whistle it’s shrill signal that coffee will soon be here. Chilled hands wrapped around a hot mug provide the comfort that my soul needs…

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Perpetual Jar of Iced Tea

The rooster crows indignant of the stifling heat and humidity that is already billowing in through open windows of the old farm house. He seems to be daring the day into being, his mighty crow a lusty, bring it on dare. I, on the other hand, am not feeling so bold this morning, longing for…

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Home

  Breathe in the cool sweetness of early morning air, as I am quietly coaching myself back to center, back to the breath, and back to home.  Filling the handmade artisan mug for maybe the 20th time this morning, from a fresh pot of rich black coffee, I take to outside into the softness of…

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Enough

Golden light stretches its gentle fingers over the pastures this morning as dew dances delightfully diamond like over the tall grass.  The windows are still open with cool moisture streaking down, saturating wooden panes.  The week begins as usual, with a list of to-do’s a mile long.  Such is my life.  Regardless of lists and things…

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A New Season

The winds are changing a bit here on the homestead.  Shifting from the North, beginning to gently whisper warmth from the South.  Soon we will be planting.  I have been preparing for this beautiful abundant new season for months.  There is soil to tend to, and perhaps spring babes, if we are lucky. There are…

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