
Nourished by the sun.
Refreshed by the rain.
Cradled by the moon.
Lifted by the stars.
Watched over by the animals.
Fed by the earth.
Made resilient in being human.
Unlike any,
and still connect to all.

Nourished by the sun.
Refreshed by the rain.
Cradled by the moon.
Lifted by the stars.
Watched over by the animals.
Fed by the earth.
Made resilient in being human.
Unlike any,
and still connect to all.

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.

Recognizing without conforming.
Allowing without absorbing.
Flowing effortlessly between the inner and outer world.
Uniquely connected.
Discerning without differentiating.
Stepping out of the rigid container of familiar and safe
to freely exercise vulnerability and authenticity.
Curious.
Open to the new and opposing.
Existing within this thin permeable membrane.
Maintaining sense of self.
Living deeply and authentically.

I’m not always going to get my way,
but I’m always going to get what’s right for me.
When I let go of forcing outcomes,
stop relying on others for my happiness,
and see obstacles not as a sign of my worth but of my courage and strength,
even what seems like a paralyzing blockage
can be an invitation to take a different path,
go a different way,
or sit right where I am for a moment
and reflect
on the beauty,
awe,
and opportunity
that exists right here,
right now,
just the way things are.
Much gratitude to Shari Irby for contributing this photo.

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.

I ask not that you change or conform.
You need not worry if who I am is not who you want me to be.
Let’s not need to hold hands in unity,
but hold hearts with respect.
I will not squash who I am,
or expect you to assimilate.
Even if I do not walk in your shoes, I offer you accompaniment,
so that we are both seen and heard and the rhythm and
harmony of our movement through life,
offers a flavorful contrast
for all the world to remember
the value of their own melody.

Say I love you like a cat,
I trust you like a baby,
I believe in you like a tree,
I know your greatness like a dolphin.
Unleash your heart and
speak your truth…
not your prerogative,
not your thoughts,
nor needs.
Go within and beyond.
Authentic.
Whole.
Honest.
Because the gurgling that arises from your throat in the form of words is but a practiced screening of the vibrational current of your true voice within.
Sit in the silence, until it no longer feels uncomfortable,
until you can speak and listen from that space of clarity,
love,
and peace.
Know that I hear what you say long before the words are formed.

Today, I stand confident in who I am,
boundaries clear,
armor buffed and shield held high.
I speak up, stand up, and never back down when protecting you and ensuring your needs are met.
Today, I turn to face life’s challenges with the power of conviction
to protect my values for me,
uphold my beliefs that I deserve to be free of negative energy,
to have peace.
Today, I stand tall and strong in my truth,
and as I take up this new untarnished spiritual armor,
brave and resilient enough to confront those who aim to harm and belittle me,
I hope you raise your sword,
not to keep me small,
but in celebration of my
courage,
tenacity,
and
lovable strength.

The sky parts,
inviting me closer,
calling me towards something,
no path,
no plan,
to go nowhere
or everywhere.
Just go…
be free.
Is the freedom in the flying or the landing?
Going away or coming home?
Is freedom in the movement,
or the stillness,
in the belonging,
or the aloneness,
in the surrender,
or the embrace?
Freedom is not achieved.
It is a quality of mind.
Could it be that I am afraid to truly be free?