thank you mama

I remain silent as the clouds swirl overhead. So much happening and i’m needing to ground down into the mama; feel my soul again.

This earth is so huge, the capacity for connection so imminent. I’m appreciating that now. Gravity, the earth, the sky, they are always with me, holding me so close and constant. How could I ever take that for granted?2013-10-22 07.02.27

oh well, I do sometimes.

And each time I remember it’s a delicious feast of gratitude and happy sunflower yeses.

If these old walls could speak

I’ve been looking at this video every day, saying goodbye to the big glorious home that my parents loved so well; letting go, letting be. What a huge transition for me. I am honoring this time to feel into my growing and evolving, to witnessing the elder in me slowly peeping it’s head out.

I commit to easeful integration of this transition and bless all that has happened in this house, in this town, in my life with two remarkable parents who I know did the best they could, just as I am doing.

God and Goddess rest my soul upon this knowing, that all is well.

precious and fleeting

I have been off FB for a bit. My dad passed on Monday. The coyotes were howling up the canyon right as I got the call. The sun settled on that day slowly.

I am back in RI now; in the massive snow drifts, the big ol’ house (built in 1904), going through stuff in the house, in my head. I have shared much on FB, so many of you have followed this arc. it has been a long and challenging last year. Dad, what a guy.

Death brings both some kind of peace and some kind of unsettlement. Ah, this life we skip lightly through. Precious and fleeting; every part of that phrase is ringing in my ears now.

Big change. long journey. I am in that, moving there.

2014-08-27 12.49.12Thank you dad for being so you.
Thank you.

a little bit of happiness

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a little bit of happiness
goes a long way

i cultivate the thoughts
that make it wanna stay

like i love you because you’re you
the day is good, the earth is true

little words of kindness
brighten up the day
a little bit of happiness
goes a long way.

–thank you Dalai Lama.


song birthing

belly full of Thursday​
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of the remote nature of the buddhist brain.
I’m in the middle of writing my song for ‘the
art of happiness’ show next Wednesday

a song winds it’s way
Thank you day for coming alive inside of me
for every cell and every moment joining forces in my now to make
a song
a smile

wallowing in happiness

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What brings me down?
Do I have control over that?
sometimes yes,
sometimes no.

These days I’m cultivating the art of wallowing in happiness.

Empowering questions help immensely.
When I find myself wandering off every other oh so often
at some point I remember

ah yes

what aspect of this can I be grateful for?
how could this be serving me?
what needs to happen here?
What would love do?

and then

back to wallowing in happiness.

gentle no

gentle no.
to my worries
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to my feelings of less or more than
to the distractions that do not serve me or others
to the things that are not full yes.

and then turn again

gentle yes
to those things that do serve me and others
the feeling of present time equality with others
gentle yes
to a feeling of value and worth for myself and others
to focus on those big yeses in my life.

gently I go

gentle no

gentle yes.

happy love

happy happy love love
happy happy love love
it’s valentine’s day

i love you
i love me
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happy happy love love
happy happy love love

i love me
i love you
I love the blue, blue sea, it’s true

happy happy happy
love love love
happy happy love love
happy love

to you, to me
the flowers the seas, the great big trees
and everyone i sees
happy happy love love love

might you have a rad love day with wildflower abandon

all is well

San Marcos Preserve.
Where you’ll find me many morning
musing with the trees
admiring the green growing grasses
the lupines with their outstretched armssan marcos perserve
the day is good
it’s filled with sunshine

it’s my choice to breathe in that sunshine and let it fill me

and it’s my challenge and intention
to bring that sunshine into each moment
even when the hills are far far away
and my head is wrapped around impossible.

but you hills reside in me
you go with me, you always do.
and when i stop to listen
I hear you whisper in tiny moments…

all is well