Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Light to see by.

May 22, 2018



I feel like I've been phoning it in with the Satyas lately. Not that they're any less true, any less sincere, any less born of a moment, but that, maybe, I haven't been fully present. 


This morning, for some reason, I decided to call myself out on my perceived slacking, when I realized both the futility and the unfairness of whatever chastisement I had set up in my head. That small, cowering bit that so rarely stands up for herself finally spoke up--Hey! I was here. I showed up. I lived the moment as it was handed to me and I did the work. What else do you want?


And, you know, I couldn't help but give a small cheer for that small soul--she finally found her voice, and she is finally unafraid to use it. 


However you show up today, know this: you're here. You've arrived. And today? That's more than enough. 





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