Pranayama

Photo by Lucas Pezeta on Pexels.com Pranayama For it is breath that steadies us breath that nourishes a deliverance a restoration to bring us back to center - Caroline A. Slee

Swamped

I sail into storms in my tiny boat ill-equipped for chaos navigating by sight I push through winds armed with oars and effort while waves tower and my boat is swamped bailing water fighting onward seeking only to stay afloat filled with knowledge that stopping is doom knowing that rest means I will surely drown … Continue reading Swamped

Rain and Wolves

The hunters approach by the light of the moon as rain builds and cloaks the sky the rain falls gentle upon thirsting fields misting the air into a shroud I wear wild calls shatter the night the full wolf moon removed, above it all as Earth regains her own despite us - Caroline A. Slee

Transmission

Words written on the sky in starlight to guide us quaking aspens shivering in the chill mountainsides as mirrors brightened by snow Sending our messages upward heavenward skyward a song meant to get through - Caroline A. Slee

Shroud

Photo by Gotta Be Worth It on Pexels.com Shroud The world awakens wrapped in the night covered over with stars and low clouds she does not cast her shroud aside - Caroline A. Slee

Mist in the Darkness

Photo by Gabriel Hohol on Pexels.com Mist in the Darkness The road ahead is hidden from sight dancing beyond low-hanging clouds our lights do nothing to illuminate the way bouncing back to us against the darkness we travel alone cloaked from sight life in parallel solitude facing mist in the darkness on our own each … Continue reading Mist in the Darkness

Churning

Churning Butterflies in my stomach with razors for wings morning in a race to beat the clock breath shortened heart rate heavy wrapped in chains created in my own mind churning waters as I try not to sink head above water with leaden limbs - Caroline A. Slee

Grind #MondayBlogs

Photo by Monstera on Pexels.com Grind Shoulder to the wheel nose to the grindstone the body into focus work become religion our backs into our labors our time spent on the clock we grind our days into our goals we grind our moments into our purpose we grind until it is obsession part of a … Continue reading Grind #MondayBlogs

Footfalls

Photo by RF._.studio on Pexels.com Creating their own rhythm a dance meant for endurance guiding breath into purpose setting the heartbeat's pace cadence driving the day shifting the journey to a parallel path chasing the horizon as we leave the chaos behind - Caroline A. Slee

Vulnerable

Photo by Harry Smith on Pexels.com Vulnerable Wind blasts across stone wearing it down our empty window frames welcoming the cold walls crumble defenses vanish in the face of all we cannot control the force of nature humbles us tears us down to our very roots until we do nothing but bend against the onslaught … Continue reading Vulnerable