May you always return to the light within,rising above patterns that bind,setting them free into the sky of a new breath,this place of new beginning and possibilitywhere doubt is gently released on wings of hope. So may the vibration of…
Allowing for the moment before you to unfold is like waiting for the sun to rise, or ocean tides to recede and return once more to sandy shores. For in the wisdom of cycles is a flow that offers a…
Go gently …for in gentleness can a new path be foundand in gentleness will it growbecoming a new foundation,the language with which you can share what is possible.
Each time you begin againdo you strengthen the path of returnopening new channels of awarenessreleasing into the pattern of a rising wisha rhythm of awakening that sees you grow as childbeneath the sunlight of new day. So may you grow…
Jewel of the hearttouched by breath of lightreflecting its mysteries into your lifepatterns within which you may move to a different impulsewaves that ripple into the atmospherecreating an openingthrough which soul may travelto touch earth.
Heaven into earthEarth into heaven. So does the rhythm of breath rock and soothe, carrying and guiding you through your day. So does it deliver messages from beyond into your cells, washing away the past and giving new hope. Be…
All you need do is open the door and be ready to receive. Is this all that soul asks and all that soul needs to begin to play a more active part in your life. And to allow soul into…
Love and fear, the pull of opposites … and when space is offered into the tension they create, can the healing breath of the cosmos dance its magic. Know this, and remember the eternal space from which you came, which…
A vista opensflowers blossomingbirds flying hightheir song reverberating with the call of the unknowna longing …a wish to fly higherto reach into a mystery beyondthere to draw upon magic-newfinding ways to weave it through lifethat its touch may find all…
I remember. And I stop.Feeling the breath flow in, air rush into my lungsbelly expanding, opening and holding. And I stop. The fragments that were separate gently folding back into place, forming a wholeness. I breathe out from this completenessall…