The wind in my sails

Takes me higher Lighter in spirit Dark days these Enjoying a bicycle ride down by the lakeshore A treat? A necessity! Exercising both my body and the demons that plague my mind at times like these. Forgiveness is the biggest word in the human language. Becoming undone Forgiveness reeks of self love Seeks like the…

Twilight in the frog pond

Mysteries dwell in the pond deep and murky Unknown πŸƒ Sundown paints the scene in lengthening shadows Darkness πŸƒ Seamlessly noise ceases gloom begets the quiet Wonder πŸƒ Trust where the light has gone twilight in the frog pond Surrender. πŸƒ Acrylic creation @mymedicineislove. To gain the higher perspective, we must go deep into the…

Self Appreciation

✨ β€œWho are you today?” she asks me. ✨ As I sit, sipping peppermint tea. I ponder Who am I? Why in this moment I am contented happy hinting to blissful even. A smug smile hints at the corners of my mouth. I am a yogi sitting smiling in this moment amid the hustle and…

Crossfire

Life presents us In each and every moment With a choice. πŸ’Ž Learning to let my nature Take her course Her choice. πŸ’— My course is not yours Your course is not mine I choose what is best for me. πŸ’Ž I choose I hold the power Of my choice. πŸ’—

The long slow smile

Slow is the mile The long slow smile That brings the truth of being Patience is the virtue gifted this morning My gift to me A gift to all Is patience The stubborn smile That ascends to victory πŸ™ŒπŸ» Victory is mine sayeth the Lord God and Goddess that dwells here within this causal being…

Corpse pose

is solitude. Surrender to the quiet all knowing all seeing One within All. We become alive reborn through surrender. The undoing of all thought is through. No going around. The way is through surrender. 🌹 * Corpse pose is also referred to as shavasana β€” rest pose.

October Saga

The breeze teases and whips the leaves into a frenzied fall of grace! Mother Earth’s great bosom is afire with torches of crimson, scarlet, burnt umber, and gold. The fir needles rust on branches in preparation for the lean months of lessening sunshine. I notice what is not needed for their winter coat is cast-off…

Morning dew on paper…

Sitting beneath a black pine tree this morning upon a city park bench, the crescent moon before me and the mid-morning sun at my back, sparked these sweet words of inspiring revelation. We are beautiful beyond measure. Let us cease our measuring up to be something and someone our mind thinks we should be and…

Forest Rhapsody

Every leaf on the entire mountain is aflutter with God.  Late this afternoon, I ventured out on a walk to meet God. A favourite trail beckoned me in the easy breeze of the late September afternoon. It had been rainy and cool the past few days, abating today, leaving a cozy dampness in the scented…