nourished with orange steal cut oats and chia blackberry sauce.
Water fills my cup—
candlelight flickers and dances to the melodies of Ben Howard.
Henri Nouwen speaks as though he’s inside my thoughts.
The game of Hide and Seek is played with
The Creator and I—
I am found.
Old dreams stir and I hush them back to
sleep for just a little
My thoughts wander to loving people lavishly
and inviting sacred friends over for Sunday
night dinner: Chipotle Barbacoa Tacos.
Cloudy, cold, rainy, snuggly,
I spy flowers blooming.
A new month.
A trip across the world.
A 20 day challenge.
An invitation to hear
I lean in and exhale back.
I stay open and vulnerable
knowing I’m highly sensitive to others’ approval.
I’ll stay true to myself.
Precious is this life I live.
New roots go deeper,
my hands go higher.
My swelling soul says