sacred places

I sit here, cradled in the rock
and wonder who has rested here before me.
How many people have dreamed
and wept and seen the beauty of
nature and God from this spot?
In deep gratitude, I breathe.

my today is

Sunshine and snow flurries.
Hot herbal tea and cake for breakfast.
Knitting.
Sweet baby snuggles.
Bread dough rising.
Playing cards with my children.
Laundry.
Reading.
Quiet.
Hibernating…

just breathe

Today calls for gentleness. I am knitting and reading, baking bread and making soup, being present for myself and my family, and taking the time to nurture myself. Just breathe...

my today is

An early morning dentist appointment for Jack-
an hour and a half away.
A long drive through the canyon.
A banana and a Red Bull for breakfast.
Stopping to pick up lunch and eating it in the car.
All five children falling asleep again, on the drive home.
Time spent in quiet reflection.
Awe and gratitude for Mother Earth.
Home.

releasing

I named you;
wrote you all down
on a perfectly square piece of paper.

I bundled you up
with a white sage leaf
and a few elder berries.

I cast you into the flames
and watched as the fire destroyed you.
I released you and your power over me.

I release my fears and claim vitality.

by the dark of the moon

New Moon magic abounds tonight.
Unravelling.
Believing.
Healing.
The darkness blankets me
and gives me a warm, fertile place to dream my dreams
into reality.