once you begin noticing, wherever you look is the vesica piscis.
sometimes you think you’re going around and around, but actually you’re moving forward.
every single blade of grass has its work and duty and so do you.
still here after the great awakening
shouting out that old familiar hello
walking with grace, purpose, and compassion.
disguising yourself so you can be visible
imagining what your higher self looks like
remembering that summer
leaping before you look
still listening to how the rocks speak
losing something significant to find something even more significant.
when the mist rises you realize you knew the way all along.
delivering the most essential message
being at the center of your story and not in anyone else’s
Be deeply rooted. Be a tendril of light.
remembering the beauty as you go your way
always seeking a way to the heart that is open to all
feeling on top of the world.
leaning closer to hear
letting in the great stillness of sorrow