fly. rest. love. fly. rest. love. come home.

How you align. How you sweeten your tea. How you artfully withdraw.

What is mirrored back as a validation? Where can you turn back to safe ground? How will you remember to trust the process?

The sweet spot of bearing witness. The insight of personal truth. The wide-open map of your life.

The art of the tiny pause. The power of subtle light. The gentle sound so far away.

Where we meet ourselves, for the first time. Then we politely settle in for a chat. The measure of our resiliency is courteous curiosity...

Tiptoe through your life gently. But don't be timid; be mindful. Allow your answers to come slowly.

Truth asks many questions. It seems our greatest task is to acknowledge our pain. We have the tools to transcend the pitfalls of courage.

Beautiful beads of your life's treasures. String them slowly, kindly. Dress yourself in the presence of compassion.

Attachment and release. Care and humility. Boundaries and attention.

You found your grounding. You wait for breath. You offer great care.

May you notice your way. May you find your way. May you love your way.

There is nothing else to be doing. Just this. When one thing is done, you will do the next thing, and that will be the only thing there is.

What is the middle ground? Lean into the questions of "where are we" and "is it enough?" When we lose the questions, we simply pause.

Re-imagine. Re-ignite. Re-live.

How can your breath befriend you? How can your breath support you? How can your breath settle you?

You really can't forget how to know peace. You can re-remember how to delight in what lies ahead. Survival always comes back to your breath.

What we feel but cannot name. For all that is left behind. And clarity shifts to generosity.

I can only whisper a little more trust. I find hope in not being super positive. I remember to just be real.

Take a thoughtful moment to yourself for a little forgiveness. We don't need to fix it all...