A Space of Zen We must cultivate our own gardens both within and without seek and create a space of Zen of our very own the calm and quiet to hear our own intuition the uncluttered mind honed through meditation we must build our unique temples for comfort and for clarity allowing vision to focus … Continue reading A Space of Zen
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Sunday Song
Sunday Song Somewhere there is a narrow pathwith stone and tile and greenery shading the afternoon hours waiting for me a time for siestas amidst the busy hours rest and recovery awaits a Sunday song played on soft volume to set me adrift on dreams - Caroline A. Slee
Hypnotism
Hypnotism We descend into rest into breath a new calm outsmarting our minds those overthinking engines with meditation with chemistry with that quiet voice to lull us a strange hypnotism as if we were drifting though we move and work and exist in the waking world we descend into a parallel space separate from all … Continue reading Hypnotism
A Change in the Air
A Change in the Air My lungs seek a change in the air space to breathe without pain a step outside gasping sips I seek skies without the cloud of dust hovering above us like a lid closing instead the skies are blue and clear as skies should be my lungs seek a change in … Continue reading A Change in the Air
Thirteen
Surprise! It’s not poetry
Yoga Pants and Body Pillows
Yoga Pants and Body Pillows The battery is recharged through soft fabrics and quiet rooms a long stretch like a cat in afternoon sun or a slumbering dog tucked into blankets a world in transition from endless motion and ongoing deadlines to stillness with yoga pants and body pillows meant to rule the day and … Continue reading Yoga Pants and Body Pillows
Mend #MondayBlogs
Mend The skies do not judge the soil for its fallow season and so I must give grace for my own seasons of rest the flower grows for its own sake and purposes neither asking permission nor forgiveness in the cycle but, oh, how hard it is to allow my body to follow its path … Continue reading Mend #MondayBlogs
Grounding
Grounding The sky lies close to the Earth abundance rising from the soil as windmills slowly turn in their lazy dance my eyes drift closed my feet planted on the soil feeling the Earth rise through me feeling my soul take root grounding myself to reach to the sky a celebration of joy and calm … Continue reading Grounding
Breakable/Unbreakable #MondayBlogs
Thoughts on injury
Heavy Lids
Our eyes do not open when the clock sounds its orders we rise as sleepwalkers to the rhythm of the alarm staggering into action we navigate blindly out of our beds the familiar floors and walls welcoming our morning stumbles - Caroline A. Slee