honor the journey your journey helped create you brought you where you are – a river corralled and free carving the stones that fought so hard to carve you the wisdom of the journey is yours alone to carry: like boats of amber leaves sailing-swirling out to sea
The first time I slipped into a sensory deprivation tank, my body popped to the surface of shallow water heavy with salt. I turned off the lights, and quickly panicked at the scope of a complete lack of sensory input. I immediately felt like I was dying in the absolute nothingness of it, and then … More Sensory Deprivation Tank Experiences
I’d been doing too much, everywhere, really. Finally, I was told I was not allowed to work through lunch, like I had been. So I walked instead. I headed toward two art museums, one across the street from the other. I always visited the museum with the Pollock, the van Gogh, the Monet, and the … More Finding Hope When You Least Expect It
Well, first of all, don’t hide from your happiness. Instead, let the light shine, shine, shine on your happiness and show it to the world for all to see
I admit that happiness is not something I fell into naturally. It was easy to feel tossed about by an ocean of circumstances rather than feel directed by my own internal rudder. Like everyone, I am a work in progress, but the below have helped me find a more resilient oasis of inner happiness and … More Seven Ways to Choose Happiness
I was the first one to know you, your restlessness interwoven with your capacity for deep sleep. My child, content in your silent swimming… 1) You are a miracle, finally here. Our touch is electric – we are the same skin. I understand your baby-seriousness and your clumsiness. I see myself in you, just as … More eight thoughts for eight-years old (now 9 for 9!)
My heart is a tree That withers and renews It logs its age in secret As it reaches for the sky
Painted leaves fall, an autumn palette dabbled over summer reflection. Nature turns the page.
Lighted jellyfish tendrils dangling I swim the dark seas *** dragon fire the thing you said forests burning *** dandelion makes its wish flower for a day *** visit dverse open link night
For trees, there isn’t a set number of leaves. Hills can be short or quite tall. Lakes can hold any number of fish. So maybe I’m okay, after all.