There is a steady rain falling all around, granting me permission to ease into this day.  It allows me to take shelter from the summer’s tempting heat that, often times, urges me to wade in the fullness of the season.  I am content, sitting comfortably on my rocking chair.  Barefoot, a soft dress enfolding me, a pen in hand…I am capturing the beauty this morning, instead of sensing the need to create it.  Gently, thoughts of this upcoming week drift into my waking consciousness, linger temporarily, and waft right back out again. The planning feels unnecessary – constraining even, as a new beginning beckons me forward – a new week, a new month, and soon, a new season.

Sundays often greet me with placid idleness, signaling a time for reflection or renewal. This particular Sunday has drawn me inward, where I can feel the power of connection pulsing beneath my sun-kissed skin.  It aches to escape through my fingertips, to brush across the palm of my open hand, and settle into my steely grasp.  I brace myself and begin to surrender to the mystery of it all. The only thoughts of preparation I am allowing are those circling within the heart-center of my home – the kitchen.


Only moments before stepping outside, I stood in front of our sink, carefully washing the dishes left in this morning’s wake. Unexpectedly, I began to discern a sense of lack pouring forth from just over my shoulder.  Withering at the thought of venturing out to stock up the bare cupboards and refrigerator, I took a deep breath and looked deeper – beyond the surface of merely a depleted kitchen. Instead of desperately trying to figure out which ingredients could be brought together to haphazardly create sustenance for the days ahead, I shifted my perspective entirely while I methodically rinsed and stacked the dishes to dry.

What if this lack, quite simply, was an opening? An opportunity to create a deeper connection with my life? I quietly ruminated about all the possibilities I was gifted with for connection – those I could forge as I turned this lack into abundance within this small part of my world. A solitary room in our house.

Within this lack, there is a chance to connect more sincerely to my Self. In what ways could I nourish, not only my body, but also my soul as I took time to prepare foods that my body cried out for, that my body needed? What would not only fill me up, but tease the palate and create the energy to keep me going? I sometimes pull my focus away from what I am calling out for, in attempt to satisfy everyone else.  This week, as I make footprints upon my kitchen floor, they should also step inward in ask.  And I shall listen to the answers that cry out.

butternut squash

Over the past couple of days, as I prepared food for my family, I have also felt a transcendent connection to my past. Recently, I was slicing up a handful of peaches for a cobbler that I so desperately wanted to devour – the sweet nectar running down my hands and fully embracing the messiness of this task. While I added the remaining ingredients, which included blackberries we harvested at the orchard, I felt the presence of my grandmothers swirling around me.  It was as if a window to antiquity had opened and I could see them standing in the exact same spot of their kitchen, lovingly preparing food for their family.  How could I tap into that potential again this week? How could I honor that connection as I participated in this simple family ritual of dinner preparation?



And what about the connection to my own family in the present? Are there dishes that lend themselves to the work of small hands who are always seeking out a way to help? My 4 year old finds such joy in learning how to cook, how to prepare meals that grace our table.  If I have the opportunity to infuse our meal with his zest for life, I only need to jump at the chance. It is a rare instance that the three of us are not gathered around the table for dinner.  Is there some way that I could not only get the meal completed, but also slip in a favorite entrée or a special additive to brighten up someone’s day? I find such joy in seeking out a special way to present our meals, whether it is picnic style or using the china for no particular occasion…what I can do this week that will bring a smile to someone’s face?


Finally, there is also space to strengthen my visceral connection to the earth. To our land.  This summer has brought an abundance of fresh vegetables and fruit into our kitchen, whether it was from our own garden or neighboring ones in the area.  There is something so sensual and tantalizing about selecting fresh, crisp ingredients that began as a single seed in our own backyard.  Now, that the season is coming to an end, how can I savor the last few offerings that the soil has gifted to us?  How can I use what we have to create a work of beauty?


There’s no telling what this week will bring or how our meals will fall into place.  Sometimes, what we hunger for rides on a whim, changing my plans completely. What I do know, however, that instead of focusing on the lack, it takes little effort instead to focus on the opportunity.  As I step into the kitchen at the start of the week, possibly even donning an apron that was hand-stitched by my grandmother {simply for the sheer joy of connecting}, I know that there will be a beauty in the dance.  Beauty in the relationship between the work of my hands and relishing in the tastes that make its way to the tips of our tongues. Beauty in filling the lack with a bounty of delicious interconnectedness.  All it takes is a gentle shift in perspective. Looking beyond what “has to” be done.  As I softly rock back and forth, breathing in the serenity of this day, I yearn to find a way to bridge the gap between body and soul.


Today’s instructions:
Open your eyes and wake with sheer, unadulterated joy for the mere existence of this day.
It is yours.
Ripe, pure, and alive with enough space for your Self to roam fearlessly through the expanse.
Feel the pulsing beat of your heart – quivering erratically as it tastes the heady combination of freedom and choice.
Dip your toes in the crystal clear reflection staring back at you.
Satisfy your thirst as you drink in the wonders of this gift of light.

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A morning love song
that begins when the light
strokes the earth with devotion.
An open door,
that leads out to the
dew-stained horizon,
welcoming me
with a soft kiss upon
my cheek.
Back and forth,
transfiguring breath
into life.
Warmth rising
from within
as the eyes delight
among nature’s divinity.
Channeling time,
messages from above
as they stain the
vacant page.
Each an offering,
humbly placed within reach
of those
openly searching
for themselves.


Today’s {lyrical} instructions:
Release what you’ve been holding on to for so long.
Feel the power in your surrender.
Trust what you’ve always know to be true, but kept at bay.
Believe in the subtle guides that are with you always – those right beyond your line of vision or just over your shoulder.
They are a part of you.
They are your heart and soul.
And they speak your verity.
As you let go, feel the peace radiating through each limb, flowing within your veins, and expelling from every breath. Know that this peace is your anthem.
And it will sing you home.

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Today’s {essential}  instructions:
Slow down and live the poetry of your life today.
Delight in the unique and wondrous beauty that surrounds you at every turn.
Dance between the raindrops, among the stars, through the pain.
Welcome what comes with open arms as the day sweeps you away, exposing you to the delicate balance of choice and surrender.
Experience the painted pictures of grace.
Express gratitude for each solitary daisy, each gentle smile, each tender moment that you alone are privy to as you travel through this fleeting moment in time.
Be the beauty and the allure.
Feel it within the marrow of your soul as you write the next page of your life’s story.

take action

Today’s {radiant} instructions:
Move into action today.
That which you elude to, that which flits across the horizon of your emerging dream is ready to come to fruition.
Take the first step into radiant action.
Although it may feel like a breathtaking leap into obscurity, know that the clouds will soon part and an expanse of clarity will find you.
Stand tall.
Be rooted in your own knowing.
The familiar melody of your deepening soul will lead the way, giving you confirmation that this path was crafted lovingly by your own design. And it was done with the wisdom and fluidity of your own spectacular be-ing guided by the tender hands of those who have come before you.
In the here and now, let your words ring true and your actions be fierce.
You are worthy, my love.
And you are just beginning.

Inspired by Write ALM: July Prompts



Today’s {radiant} instructions:
Dazzle yourself today.
With each step that you take, uncover the sun kissed moments drenched with energy gifted from the earth.
Delight in the sky’s delicious hues.
Trace the edges of freedom with the tip of your tongue and cover them with your full, parting lips so you may savor their rich flavor.
Step into the moment with extreme care, cradling the distinct presence of be-ing as it appears before you.
Get up close and personal with life as it tumbles freely from the shooting stars that illuminate your sight.
Upon taking this very breath inward, into your starving lungs, trust that all is well.

Inspiration from Write ALM’s: July Prompts

illuminated instructions

Today’s {illuminated} instructions:
Sink deeply into light.
Allow it to illuminate what was once forgotten or scarcely noticed.
Tiptoe through the stillness as it overwhelms the senses bringing you closer to home.
Say the words they need to hear, delicately, with unbound goodness and care.
Stretch yourself. Fill the space within your body with truth- with visions that set you free.
Loosen the cloak of confusion as all of your stories fall heavily to the ground. Step out of desperation and move within the gossamer threads of delight.
Wrap them surely around your burning skin. Your Self. Your being.
Add layer upon delicate layer until you feel cradled by desire.

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Today’s {intuitive} instructions:
Slow down. Open your eyes to everything that is within your line of vision.
Take deep, luscious breaths.
Walk barefoot in the grass. Notice how the clouds glide across the sky tenderly, in the morning breeze.
Allow the sounds of the day to reach your ears and settle deeply within the envelope of their curves
Taste the day. Sweep the delicacies of this moment under your tongue and savor until the last morsel melts away. Drink in the sweet liquid of love. Of newness. Of never-will-be-again.
Reach out. Fondle the light that warms the skin. Tease time with your knowing smile.
Write love letters in your mind, forming each word with the careful stroke of joy.
Listen to the chorus of love letters making their way to you, in one form or another.
Capture life, as you live it.


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soft hands

soft arms
curled around me,
soft skin
hand in hand
the flow of life
coursing through the
pathways and deviations
that line the exposed surface
as it gently brushes up against the day.
soft breath
taken in and expelled forth
with untold history
and memories held.
soft lines of wear,
weathered along the
curves of distinction,
sculpted with grace
and a brevity of an
in motion.

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As I open my heart and
mind to you,
I ask that you show
me the path
which will lead me home,
into the soft corners of
my soul.
Hold me close
and help me to hear
what truths
are being spoken from
the depths,
whispered from the
and those that are
blossoming within my

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