Mindful living

  • Shining

    It’s been a while since I’ve been here. Awake at 3:30 am, and really not at all tired, actually. So I thought I’d pay you all a visit and just waffle for a while. I’m not sure why I’m awake.… Continue reading

  • Every Drop

    You think you are one thing. You are not one thing. You are the entire ocean. Take your time, be every drop. Continue reading

  • Soft and Quiet

    The time for soft and quiet has come. Rest. Lay down the bones of sorrows past. Yesterday is a hush, no longer ringing her angry bell. She knows it true. The time for soft and quiet has come. Continue reading

  • It’s Not Self Care. It’s Living. Beautifully.

    We tend to just do things, don’t we, without thinking too much of it. We go places, we see people. But do we really go places? Do we really see people? Most importantly, I suppose: do we do this life… Continue reading

  • Stories

    Oh, the stories we tell to amuse and destroy ourselves. Continue reading

  • And They Wait

    And they wait for something more. And they sip cold tea. And they laugh with sad eyes. And they speak with serious voices. And they hide the soft pieces of their hearts. And they wait. And they wait. And they… Continue reading

  • Somewhere Else

    Hello my lovely bloggy friends, I hope you’re all coping with whatever your COVID situation looks like. I have been. And I haven’t. But I’m still noticing small wins along the way, which make me feel a little better about… Continue reading

  • All That I Am

    Today, I begin the school of life again. I hold my own hand, soft and unsure, as I stand at the gates of the unknown. I am afraid. I am also deep within the stillness of unafraid— the beautiful tendril… Continue reading

  • We are One

    open.spotify.com/track/6EPyl8kU0dPIgoLCIuh25F It’s important to me at this time (and, in fact, forever and always) to shine a hope for peace and equality for all. We are one. And though this song sings an Australian story, I sing it to the… Continue reading

  • The Wind Of Change

    When the wind swings the fallen leaves so naturally to the ground, I ask her, why now? And she whispers: because it is time. *** My beautiful bloggy friends, My empath-ness goes all the way around at tough times like… Continue reading