Do you ever stop, just long enough to wonder what life would be like if you lived every moment—in the moment? What if life could be slower—inside, anyway (I think that’s what matters, ultimately)? Since I’m in the process of healing my relationship with time, I penned a short poem on what living in the […]
Liberation isn’t a dream for the future; it’s only for right now. Slowing down means we get to get back to that place that’s already here, waiting: the present moment. This is the only place peace can stay alive. This is the road back home, and this poem I’m sharing is just a little honey […]
There are many roads and many paths that lead to healing; I believe that anything that leads us there is true, even if the way doesn’t seem very beneficial while we’re in it. This poem is a sincere call to open your heart to healing, based on my own experience of striving to do the […]
It’s when we embody, generate and contribute the qualities we wish to see in the world around us that we truly know what it means to live on purpose, from the inside out. I hope you enjoy this meaningful poem about life, because it speaks to the blessing of being here as we are, for […]
Come what may, I will rise again, because every single ounce of hurt carries with it the potential for healing. I’ve come to feel and deeply understand that if pain is inevitable, then healing is infinitely possible. We’re wired to fall and to rise back up, always one more time.
I’m continually renewing my pact to do everything slowly, just to evolve worn out processes and change old habits into something more helpful, meaningful, and joyful. Be Still My Soul is a poetic call to stop multitasking and simplify our gaze, letting our slow and steady pace perfume the world with grace.
Letting go of the past, the hurt, the perfect picture in our heads, our resistance to loving life now—this is NOT always so easy to do, but it’s a worthwhile journey to take. If we’re spiritual, it becomes part of the spiritual journey. It becomes part of the human journey, I am certain. This poem […]