Of slow crawl and stretch and set fire to the night….

Been chunking on extra wood to make a bonfire out of the coals of gratitude I tend, stoking it to a roar because these times. And this week. So here,  bright flames leaping a fury of joy for…. ~ dreamy dahlias and their diverse faces, ~ safe spaces to twirl and move and dance and…

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Like prayer flags in the wind….

Sharing some of the fresh doors dancing open during a time when fear and grief rattle the windows. Some pickings from my gratitude garden: ~ For the sweet taste of clean in the city air. ~ That it feels as if my life has stopped hemorrhaging busyness and if Springtime has ever been this deeply…

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Fresh new thank you notes at lap 58

Delivering up some thank you notes as I trot into lap 58…. Thank you,  life,  for showing me that clear is kind, for swatting me hard sometimes when I’m not direct and nudging me to ask better questions instead of parking myself in comfortable assumption. Thank you,  Brene’ Brown,  for “paint done” – and Candace…

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Tender goodbye mornings…..

It’s been twelve days since my mother left this earth and I’ve lived each one of them, lived them full and awake and as tenderly open as I know how. The days just before were some of the most intense that I’ve known and I’m not ready to unpack those and make words for them…

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And still the moving things….

I’ve been moving through some changes and it’s been a gnarly sort of stretch but also beautiful and grow-y. Always the paradox – the God-breath and the grit. So, still from the soup, I want to share some of the stuff that’s been moving me: ~  all of the extra oxygen in my lungs (!)…

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