There is a quietness in the pressure that moves you.A gentle lowness, a softness in the push of life through you, a current that flows more faintly than it might.You may feel it as a lightheadedness when you rise, a… Read More ›
Your belly has swelled and grown full.A pressure, a tightness, a rounding outward that was not there before.It comes and it goes, this fullness, gathering in the soft center of you, asking quietly for room. Your belly is holding something… Read More ›
You finally sit down.And almost at once, the guilt arrives.A restlessness, a nagging voice,a sense that you should be doing something,anything, other than this.Rest does not feel like relief.It feels like something you have to earn,and have not earned yet…. Read More ›
There is a great current that moves through you.And sometimes it builds beyond what your body has felt able to hold, until it must discharge in a sudden storm.A surge, a wave, an overflow of energy that moves through you… Read More ›
There is a strength in you.You can feel it, waiting,a fuller version of yourselfready to stand tall and take up space.And yet, each time you move toward it,something in you pulls back.As though stepping into your poweris not quite safe…. Read More ›
Your toes have begun to curl.Bending and clenching downward, drawing in, holding themselves in a tightened grip they will not quite release.At the very front of your feet, where you meet the ground and step into what is ahead, something… Read More ›
Somewhere within you, a channel has formed where none was meant to be.A small passage, opening quietly between two places that were never meant to join.Where there should have been a boundary, a way through appeared instead. Your body found… Read More ›
You can forgive almost anyone.You understand their pain,you see the reasons behind what they did,you offer them grace, again and again.And yet, when it comes to yourself,there is no such mercy.You hold your own mistakesclose and unforgiven, sometimes for years…. Read More ›
Here and there upon your skin, small soft growths have appeared.At the folds and the creases, where skin meets skin, in the gentle places of friction and touch.They are harmless, these little tags, and yet they gather quietly, little excesses… Read More ›
Your mind feels foggy.The clear knowing you usually trustseems just out of reach.You cannot quite think straight,cannot quite feel what is true,as though a soft mist has settledbetween you and your own inner sight. You are not losing your edge.You… Read More ›