Peace

  • Self Forgiveness

    They abused their horses; yelled at them, hit them, spat daggers of anger at them, daily. I was the thirteen year old victim of school bullying at the time, so I smiled when the abusers smiled and I laughed when… Continue reading

  • The Art of Living Carefully and Beautifully

    I made the beds as if it might be the last time. I didn’t think, ‘Oh. Gosh. You know, I better take more care in making these beds, I might be gone by tomorrow morning.’ It wasn’t like that. I… Continue reading

  • Beautiful Tears

    In the shadow of love is the aching of fear. And I hold you, love. I hold you and your beautiful tears. Continue reading

  • Darling and Delight

    I see nothing but darling and delight in all things. For the aches are there to be held by the beauty that is love. And the joys rocket to the sky on wings of their own. Is this not heaven… Continue reading

  • Beautiful

    Let me tell you how the small things you do are beautiful. Let me show you this mirror, let you reach for it in wonder. This shine belongs to you, do you see? Do you see? Yes, you see. Continue reading

  • Let Go

    Let go. For peace. Continue reading

  • The Wind

    The wind, I think, is peace. The breath of the earth. The song of the trees. And we will bathe in her softness, today, and every day. The wind, I think, rolls all days into one. May she catch us… Continue reading

  • Soft Things

    She floats on the wind as they stare. And they will never know her as their own. Never see her truth as anything other than feathers in the garden. Yet, she knows herself, dear. And she knows, darling softness, that… Continue reading

  • Home On The Wind

    And today I built a garden. I toiled and sweated, pebble by piece. And today I met my soul again, today I knew my home. How blissful to find home on the wind. How dear to follow the heart where… Continue reading

  • Ugly, Horrible, Beautiful

    Through pain, love and connection can be found. Through misstep, the sweet path forward can be carved and tread. I remind myself, often, that mistakes are beautiful. Contrast to what is ‘right’ brings truth to those who allow themselves to… Continue reading