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 […]
Humanity is a dance between two halves of reality: form and space. The mystery of life can’t be held, contained in the world we’re so used to, identified in a way we’re used to. Sometimes, we must know nothing, so that everything can be known–like Nature, who does nothing, but leaves nothing undone. This is […]
Sincere gratitude generates more to be grateful for. This appreciation poem is a kind of ode to the transformations we go through that lead us through our suffering to a deeper experience of being alive, to abundant life.
There comes a point when we’ve had enough of the lingering negative energy of our old wounds. I’m at this point of wanting to live a better way, because I know there is a better way. I may still have pain, but I want no more suffering, and freedom from any fear surrounding that pain. […]
If the world outside of you is smothering the peace inside of you, this spiritual poem might resonate with your innermost sense of self. Who you really are has less to do with the pain of the world, and everything to do with the light that you’re here to bring.
In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I’ve gathered a quaint collection of quotes from eleven revered Irish writers (though there are a considerable number of fascinating souls from “The Emerald Isle,” to be sure).
This is a short love poem in honor of someone who has made a profound impact on my life… Without your love, I would be blind to the way life glimmers, I would miss the joy of it, and I thank you for what you’ve given me.
Love is the way I let go of who I thought I was this whole time, and accept that I’m more than the small thoughts that race through my mind and the chaotic patterns that bring me down. Love is more than a feeling–it’s the way to peace inside and outside.
This poem is a tribute to my dad, who passed earlier this year, and to every other Daddy’s Little Girl who misses theirs.