Our real, vital experience.

Whatever feels bitter and hard.

Numbness begins in the tired heart.

We sift through shadows to find the edge of a new brilliance.

Gentle, wild spaces of the soul.

Surrender.

Self care is vague and hard to bring alive.

Leave a trail with your inner life.

Another chance to awaken to the day.

Elemental misunderstandings.

Surprised by all that you feel.

Our capacity for radiance and despair. Give in to the transformative power of radical okness. This is the great paradox.

Love all the things that will never get done. Roots need moss and cold hearts need care. You are here.

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...