
Releasing control.
Trusting me.
Allowing joy.
Presence
leading to
clarity.
Clarity
leading to
peace.
Slowing down
to launch forward.
Stepping into my light.

Releasing control.
Trusting me.
Allowing joy.
Presence
leading to
clarity.
Clarity
leading to
peace.
Slowing down
to launch forward.
Stepping into my light.

Blustery cold takes my breath away.
Frozen, alone, confined to the space of myself.
Sharing my dreams with the walls, longing for the door to open.
Holding on to hope.
Awaiting that precious moment when fingers thaw and
hearts warm.
when the wind carries through the windows the fresh scent of renewal.
Expanding into the sun,
into my knowing
my power,
my love,
Into the garden of
wholeness
where I find myself
shedding the cold confinement,
ready to dance,

My roots are in my breath.
Every inhale allowing the material and superficial conditions of my being human to fall away.
Every exhale reminding me of the expansiveness of my essence,
the pliability,
permeability,
fluidity,
of my foundation.
Not what I am or
where I’ve been.
Not entrenched in the past or
tethered to the future,
This foundation reminds me,
beyond what matters,
beyond all matter,
that I am not that.
I am holding everything and
holding onto nothing.
My foundation is the launching point.
I am founded
in my unlimitedness.

Where does it end,
the light from the sun
the light of the moon,
the dark of the shadows
the vastness of the sky,
cold of winter,
unfurling of spring?
Where is the line
that separates joy
from sorrow,
excitement
from fear?
What fills the space between earth and sky?
Is it my heart?
My body?
My breath?
In my mind I struggle
to find a separation,
an either or,
a division,
a moment,
where one exists without the other.
I cannot
and therefore
I cannot regret.
I cannot long.
I cannot judge,
right or wrong.
I cannot reject sorrow
or long for joy.
I cannot suffer in darkness or immerse myself fully in light.
I am made of it all.
It is all in me.
Or is none of it?
I am the space that fills
the space between.
I am the end of light,
the beginning of dark.
I am all of the joy and filled with sorrow.
I am the convergence of earth and sky.
I am the meeting place for it all.
I am the “and.”

Bursting with excitement.
Tempted by fear.
To hold back.
To bring less of my
intelligence,
beauty,
creativity,
power
so as not to overwhelm them.
But they feel it anyway.
They want it.
And there is a good chance they won’t be able to handle it.
But that shouldn’t stop me
from being all that I am.
My allness
is ready
to bloom,
in all
of
its
magnificence.

What if overflowing is just full enough?
Can empty overflow?
What if stillness is found in movement?
Belonging resides within one’s own heart?
Could need be an illusion, and
Beauty be best seen with the eyes closed?
What if love is a natural state of being and everything else a mistruth?
Receiving,
feeling,
all
in
love,
creates not overwhelm,
but allows joy.
What if what we need seek nothing to experience the state of being whole?

Standing out
Breaking through
Rising up
Getting messy
Making choices
Accepting consequences
Humbly confident
Unconditionally vulnerable
More freedom
More joy
More love
Giving
Receiving
Most authentically me.

Tomorrow is not promised.
Align and open to the greatest gifts of today.
Open to your strengths.
Hold your wounds and weaknesses as reminders.
If you can remember these, you can remember you are something more.
You are something so much more.

So awkward are these first steps of
holding on
and letting go,
remembering
and reimagining,
allowing love with all of its bitter suffering
and sweet consolation,
reconciling the aliveness
with the empty space.
The heart broken open
to feel more deeply
and love more ferociously.
The painful ebb and flow of longing,
overflowing with fullness,
aching from absence.
Bravely moving
with and against
the rhythms of this inescapable dance,
gently wisping and twirling
the scattered parts of the heart
back together,
slowly,
softly
coming
home.

Not chasing answers
but curiously asking questions.
Fleeting, bubbles of inquiry,
floating, popping, landing
with different degrees of impact.
Wonder and awe ignited.
Delight inspired.
Freedom found
when instead of chasing results,
I am open to receiving conclusions freely.