you are sacred
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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Let me pour you a cup of flowers. Yes, Please. What is it about a cup of flowers poured over with steaming hot water? How is it possible that the right combination can move you to tears? Offering an unconscious release, you never knew you needed. Until now. Let me pour you a…
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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 brutally honest truth is this: Ugly Muffins happen. There are good muffin days when everything comes out from the oven Pinterest- worthy, and then there are the days when the promise of a new recipe idea falls a bit flat in the middle, hence the ugly muffin. Hmmm. Most of the time, the ugly…
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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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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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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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