you are sacred
Listen to the written word become spoken in my own voice, in the player above. Feel the vibration of the holy undoing, the birthing, the becoming… Silent No More Silence. Silence speaks nothing. Or it says everything. Silence separates. Silence divides. Silence is deadly. Silence from a white skinned woman speaks of compliance. There comes…
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Hello beautiful friends. I see you. I value you. I accept you. I love you. I trust you. May you be and feel loved and supported as you move through uncertainty. May we use the wisdom within to draw us into closer connection and broader circles of community. May we find new…
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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