Tag Archives: Breath

Morning Flight

Silhouette of trees reaching expectant limbs to a vast spacious sky. Stars twinkle and sparkle their mirth As pounding waves create an ocean’s roar as fierce as any lion’s And more enduring. She feels the breeze drifting through cracks in … Continue reading

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Who Knew?

Her heart washes free As wind howls raindrops pelt and stars press through the shadows of night. Quiet morning incense of a thousand million years infuses her body floating away residue of past lives in this place. Now grey welts … Continue reading

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If I Go Empty-Handed . . .

The quiet confusion of a tender depression sightless, dreary joins with the wet brown leaves, matted on a deck that swirls out into muddy grey skies. Here in the stillness of nothing to be done my heart aches lost. Harsh … Continue reading

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Healing at Work – Day 19

Work has been waking me up early in the mornings and it has been difficult to go back to sleep. With only 2 1/2 weeks left, there is still so much to do. I don’t feel anxious, I just see … Continue reading

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Healing at Work – Day 16

Saturday at the Abbey. Trust yourself. I found my way to the shrine – Our Lady of Guadalupe at the top of the hill, resting among the tall firs. Something happened. I didn’t write it down. I don’t remember. If … Continue reading

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Healing at Work – Day 11

In my mind the familiar, the unpleasant, come and go. I want to accept and let it be. Coming back to my breath in and out is familiar too. Maybe I don’t grasp the mood. Maybe I let it be. … Continue reading

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Summer Solstice Awakening

When I touch my breath my ears open my eyes see my tongue tastes I smell life my skin sings coolness, tingling, heat my body comes alive to me and I arrive home.

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