We are all gardeners, planting seeds of intention and watering them with attention in every moment of every day.
My mind is the sun,and my heart is the moon.In the sky between them,there I am.Cristen Rodgers
Listen closely. Even the trees exhale sweet love songs that roll off their boughs and echo out to all of creation. Love is always in the air.
Maybe the moon just lost herself gazing too long at the brilliance of the sun and that’s how she got her glow. And maybe we’re made of the same mysterious sort of magic that makes us magnify and mirror whatever we look at the most.
The universe is a deep, still body of water in which we all swim. Every move that we make creates a ripple that echoes across reality – and the deeper that we swim, the more force those waves carry and the farther they may span.
Let’s nurture our spirits until they shine and then let’s strip down to our naked souls and dance through life until we drop little bits of light behind us that glow like fireflies in the night.
Sometimes the purpose of the rose is simply to draw attention to the rose.
Be still my hand and let the words write themselves upon my heart. Be still my heart and let your pages be filled in silence.
I look into your eyes and I’m sure that some divine artist dipped her brush in the same soul and used it to paint us both.
Solitude is an unmarked place beyond the borders of the map, a place where most fear to tread. It’s no surprise, then, that this is where the greatest secrets and most valuable treasures are hidden.
Summer rushes in on the heels of spring, eager to take her turn; and then she dances with wild abandon. But the time soon comes when she gratefully falls, exhausted and sated, into the auburn arms of autumn.
Be careful not to laugh at the Phoenix when she goes up in flames, or you’ll be left in the dust when she grows her new wings and flies swiftly away.