My capacity is larger than my hurt.
The tear rolls down my cheek,
just a fraction of the bigger me.
Full and brimming and yet still quite small.
I feel both at the same time,
my tear
and my breath,
my breath
and my heart,
my heart
and my strength.
I can hold grief and gratitude.
Love and disappointment.
Compassion and boundaries.
Sadness and peace.
Newness and unfamiliarity
fuel curiosity.
Forward momentum guides creativity.
Acceptance reveals the path to joy.
Growth is the gift of change.
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.
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.
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.
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,
Monday Mindfulness 