I reached into my pants pocket today and pulled out a small, hard chunk of earth flecked with grass. The pants had just been washed but the pocket was still filled with crumbles of grittiness. I think I remember putting them there while Neil and Ed and I walked an empty misty path on a … Continue reading Finding Home Far Away
"...the bee sisters bring me back to my core, to what is important - doing the work, whatever it is, with mindfulness and presence."
"...shit happens more often than not. But, here is the thing: all that really matters is how you come back from it. The important thing is what you do next. Life is all about the rally."
Rose Quartz surfaces spontaneously in my yard. The various sizes and shades of pink stone unearth at odd moments, as if pushed suddenly from the ground by forces that needed me to hear a message, delivered with solidity.