you are sacred
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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There is something to be said about the crystalline clarity of -35 degrees in Northern Minnesota winter. The air is piercing, cuts to the heart of the matter direct. It also simplifies life, as you really weigh in on what is absolutely necessary for the rhythm of the day. It calls you to review…
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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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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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