Newness and unfamiliarity
fuel curiosity.
Forward momentum guides creativity.
Acceptance reveals the path to joy.
Growth is the gift of change.
Revolution
Blossoming Hope
A flicker of light.
An ease filled pause.
An unfolding leaf.
Signs of new life.
The essence of each breath.
Renewed is love.
Reborn in joy.
Fractionated
Feeling small in the shadows.
Isolated.
Distilled down.
The whole broken
Apart.
Sifting and settling,
Until in the dark,
In the stillness,
In the pain,
A soft voice whispers,
You are something more.
The pieces begin to reform.
The Space Between
Where the wind blows,
light dances
and shadows meander.
The trees sway and grass grows.
Raindrops fall.
The heart beats.
The body feels.
The mind rambles.
Quiet calls.
Stillness and movement reconcile.
This is where grace lives
and love persists.
Cradle
repair.
recover.
relieve suffering.
alleviate misery.
slowly.
gently.
cradle.
heal.
show mercy.
Crossings
Crying to get in.
Clawing at the gap.
More urgency to break in than to break free.
Searching.
Pleading.
Prying.
Seeking.
Not every doorway mine to open.
Not every threshold mine to cross.
Choosing Connections
Regrets are the shadows of the past.
The future draped in hopes and worries.
Coherence is found now.
Windows opening
Blockages provide
the pause necessary
to consider
another way.
To look more slowly,
to be grateful for the path that led here,
and not need to make any further progress.
Opening to opportunities
with strength,
creativity
and courage.
Exercising ingenuity.
Obstacles are not a sign of worth.
They are an invitation to become.
Touchdown
Grounded in lightness.
Free to expand.
Confident in choice.
Clear in direction.
Comfort in stillness.
Peace in the quiet.
Steady in heart.
Content in this breath.
Discarded
Alone,
it rested
below the fresh
and blossoming
bouquet,
forgotten,
dropped.
As if it’s work was done,
the petal fell,
tired,
heavy,
worn.
It left the collective
where it had so faithfully held on,
believing that its beauty lay
in its contribution.
It could hold on no more.
It had to drop away.
It had to pull apart.
In its moment of letting go
and seeming it was done,
that petal
became
its most beautiful
version
of itself.
Monday Mindfulness 