What was swift staccato movements of unpredictability is now sweet swaying rhythms in harmony…

Five words he spoke that day; a sacred seed planted in her fertile trusting heart...

move through...

May you move through your days and dance and sway and sit and BE with dignity and Grace.

This moment has chosen me to inhabit what feels familiar and uncharted territory….

Did you notice that tender and mighty flower growing through the cracks?

What was questions…Is now living answers.

This is a remembering in my bones.

I am not here to be a rehearsed being…

You are better off healed that you ever were unbroken….

  I love you. I love you.  I love you.  I am listening. I am here. I love you.

One step in front of the other on concrete and cemented path; my gut tightens and whispers to me what I already know…

Mountains; sacred geography.  Yes….

Draw up the energy that calls you beloved….

Gentle, intentional strings and harmony invites me to surrender into sleep….

The seed does not compare itself to the flower and the tree….it is…

Open your heart and open the door to that which you desire…

That which no longer feeds her has become ash to the Earth…

Sacred seeds never nourished become compost for what could have been

I hear your words and smile as we both know none are needed.