you are sacred
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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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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Bread. Sacred, broken, nurturing for body and soul. Bread is universal. It transcends, elevates, unites, and kneads us together as people. Bread is part of our sacred ceremony and ritual, it is also a part of daily life. It supports us, we show love by sharing bread, breaking and partaking together. Bread heals us. Bread sustains us. It…
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As darkness slowly gives way to gradual light this morning, the second kettle of the day sends it’s shrill whistle near bursting at the seams, steam and holler permeates the quiet stillness that surrounds. Snow gently floats from sky above to touch the receiving earth waiting below. The hens are playing it safe, staying within the confines of the cozy coop,…
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…….. I can begin to exhale. Hello folks, I have missed you. I took a very unexpected blogging hiatus, never expecting it to last this long! Let me just say, that growing a child, cultivating a soul, a constant weeding and watering, pouring your heart into another and watching them bloom and produce fruit of…
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