Reaching for peace within, embracing the practice of self-love, this gives her the strength and courage to burst into bloom once again.
I daydream of meditating for hours. Laying or sitting in silence. My body comfortable and my mind clear. My reality is I am a super busy momma/wife/solopreneur/student. There are things to be done of which I must do. So, I micro-meditate.
“Breathe in, Breathe out They say its all going down, yeah, all gone down But from your center you can see its just goin up and around”
Here’s a little tip from me to you: Don’t hold your breath.
I want to call my dad I want to call my dad on the phone I want to call my dad on the phone and tell him about
He was a simple man, his worldly belongings fit easily into two chairs of my badass minivan, consisting mostly of rocks, wood carvings, and feathers.
My hope for abundance hastened my judgement when I dug up
I sit, my fingers poised above the keys, ready to rapidly fire thoughts, emotions, lessons I’ve learned. Yet, my hands grow weary of holding the pose and my eyes glaze over as I stare at the blinking cursor.
I hear, “You just take things too seriously Maybe you’re just too sensitive.” I say, “WHOA…
As Spring comes around again… Sprouts, having burst through, reaching, 2 arms to the sun Young Robin I see you as you keep an eye on everything and everyone Roots supple with what Earth gives in Spring