Dear sweet one
Have I told you yet
How precious you are to me?
How your very presence in my life
has burst me into song
flowed rivers of ryhme
Rainbows round every corner
Have I let you in
on the constant mundane sacredness I find
In that soul-stirring yes of your being
Just you being you?
How it brings me to my knees in wonder
under the sun filled blue
Seeing the dance of light
In every sparkling leaf
All In sheer remembrance
of that one drop
my reasonable mind.
Wanna up the joy game?
feel a little better just for the heck of it?
Take a breath.
a deep long breath in and out.
Okay, now take another one.
Feel your body relaxing a little?
try it again. and now put a smile on your face.
just try it.
breathe and smile…
repeat as often as you want to feel goodness grow.
This is probably the simplest shift on earth
AND easily the most profound.
3 deep breaths and a smile.
See you there.
What if this day were my day?
What if this day were a good day?
What if this world I see were my world?
What if this world is a really really good world?
What if what appears so foreboding is just fear
What if fear were just trying to protect me?
What if I could breath into fear and love the seed of its good intention-
What if I am safe?
Right now, very safe?
I am safe.
I am held.
I am here
just being me.
This is my day?
This is my day
To smile into
To breath deep
To morph Into the intoxicating newness
Of its awesomeness
I love my breath.
I love the sky as it darkens to night.
I love walking in the cooling air.
I love finding my love inside me as I watch a small grey cat come and check me out.
I love how breathing makes me feel more alive as I breathe deeper.
I love remembering the simple things that make up a very deep yes in my moments.
I love that I can post and share my love with all of you.
there’s a cloud over my heart
the fog rolls over the hills
i have breath
i feel it filling my body
the clouds roll by
I honor the clouds
i honor my breath
i honor my willingness to remember
again and again.
i take a moment
with the source of my breath
that mysterious knowing that knows
that fills me and then
cleanses my cells my clouds my body
is there order?
is there perfect action?
or is it just a big mess?
maybe it’s both.
I let it be what it is
somewhere a million light years from here
perfect order might be revealed
i open to the messy
smile into the red light, the stop sign
the busy head bumbling
the tight shoudler shoulds