our deepest yes….

“No” is a beautiful word.
We build relationship,  grow love,
heal,  wake up,  find joy,
tend our gardens,  our hearts,  our lives
for the price of our time,
and our no,
which helps create air and lift
for our deepest yes.

“”Celebrate your freedom.
Share it joyfully with others.
Tell yourself,  tell others,  too,  that you’re free
to trust and follow your own heart.

-Melody Beattie

I appreciate your visits and comments
along this August way
….I’m feeling a powerful change
a change is gonna do me good:)

peace with who I am…


How can I swoon
over the mystic maker
of waves and flowers and wind
and stars and trees and sky and sea
and also dishonor the spark
that is me?

“Self-acceptance is that gentle place we get to
when we make peace with who we are.”

-Melody Beattie

that breath we hold…..

That breath you’re holding,
the one you’re saving back until
you feel permission
to relax into your place
at the universe’s table,

that breath you suck in tense until the someday when you’ll feel like you’re enough,
where you’re still feeling less than
….can I pass you a note
to that suspended space?

There is something quietly and genuinely significant about you
There’d be a sad, dark hole in this beautiful living canvas
without you.
You’re a fascinating,  custom fit,
particular and priceless by design.

Go look up at the stars tonight,
and see how they shine,
winking and nodding and noticing you back,
the whole inky blackness of the vast night sky
a mat rolled out in welcome
to,  yes,  that would be you.

the universe extended gentle and generous
to affirm you just exactly where and how
you are,
each of your feelings mattering,
each your needs worth meeting,
each of the beats of your beautiful heart
highly prized by the Lover of all wild things

What if you let that exhorbitant Love name your value
and let that breath go.
Stand under the great wide sky all small and mighty and cherished
and breathe all the way down past the dregs of that fear
and embrace it,  your fit and flow

I totally dare you.

 “Much of our anxiety and fearfulness stems,  I believe,
from constantly telling ourselves that we’re just not up to facing the world
and all its situations.
Nathaniel Branden calls this “a nameless sense of being unfit for reality.
I’m here to say we’re fit for reality.
Wherever we need to go and whatever we need to do,
we are appropriate for that situation.
We will do just fine.  Relax.”
-Melody Beattie

(thanks for coming around to join me on this little journey
whenever you like
each day this August,
I’m finding some deeper air,  resting me free)

tumbling free…..


Somewhere inside is a brave girl child
who got churched too hard and knocked loose from herself
and when the pieces rattled and ached with need
she tucked away the noisy parts
to quiet down the clatter and not draw attention.

She wanted so strong to please the dazzling God
of leaf and sky and sea
but forgot what her heart already knew,
taking on lies like a boat sinking fast
in the drama of “do good and make nice”
and holding her wildness inside.

Until hungry days delivered her back
to the wild shores of her trueness,
each healing tide washing up bits of her self discarded long ago,
and the Love who never left her sent each sparkling wave and smiled
as she tumbled free of the helpless madness
back home to herself.

Some of what she’d forgotten to remember
looks like this:

“Self care is an attitude toward ourselves and our lives that says
I’m responsible for myself.   I am responsible for leading or not living my life.
I’m responsible for tending my spiritual, emotional, physical and financial well-being.
I am responsible for identifying and meeting my needs.
I am responsible for solving my problems or learning to live with the ones I can’t solve.
I am responsible for my choices.
I am responsible for what I give and what I receive.
I am responsible for how much I enjoy life,  for how much pleasure I find in daily activities.
I am responsible for whom I love and how I choose to express this love.
I am responsible for what I do to others and for what I allow others to do to me.
I am responsible for my wants and desires.
All of me,  every aspect of my being,  is important.
I count for something.    I matter.”

-Melody Beattie

How beautiful is that:)
Thanks for coming by if you’ve been following along.
I know every day is a lot….it’s just for this August,  I think.
It’s resting me deep in some funky way.

Anyway,  I just learned that my edits don’t show up
on the e-mail subscription that arrives to some of you.
Ugh…….I usually edit quite a bit after I hit “publish” the first time.
I’ll try not to do that anymore…..do my tweaking before it gets to you.
Little learning curve for me…..sorry:)

those smiling eyes…


There is a table where I’ve waited
in the corner of my heart,
where this girlish hope peered hard
for hurried, anxious eyes to stop and meet with mine,
and it felt sometimes like starving,
wishing they’d look at me and smile.

Somehow I learned to worry that maybe the heavy thing
that dragged the sparkle from those eyes
was me.

So I tried to help harder
and care harder
and work harder
and wait harder…

thank God it doesn’t work:)

Because another’s mood isn’t our mirror,
their struggle doesn’t say who we are,
their feelings  aren’t our portion,
and this dark table in the corner
isn’t where we have to spend our precious days
so I’m painting,  re-purposing and moving it on out,
into the light,

and it seems as if someone has opened a window
(was that there all along?)
and swirled drops of breeze and sunlight
into some closed off spaces
and it feels like my first taste of ice cream,
and I breathe sweet that the grin that I’m hungry for
is shining deep into my heart from my own smiling eyes.

(this little patch of words is simply
about self-care and soul-tending
in some of  the weedy parts of my garden.)

“I am not referring to acts of love,  kindness,  compassion,  and true helping
-situations where our assistance is legitimately wanted and needed
and we want to give that assistance.
These acts are the good stuff of life.
Rescuing or caretaking isn’t.”

-Melody Beattie

I’m taking this month of August
to rest my soul
by writing more
( I know,  not less…..go figure)
and coming around daily to post
the stuff that’s stirring in my heart.
You’re oh so welcome to drop in when you can.