Only the living can smell death.

“shared, unnecessary acts that makes us feel at home.”

The Earth took it! The fire, air, and water loosened it up but the Earth held that layer of me when the rest came back to the surface. Maybe it still lives down there below where the warmth of the sun and tree roots reach. That part of me that I needed to “be someone”, to be interesting. Maybe it is composted and feeds other life in a more wild way.

Starting over takes courage.

I look forward to hearing from you and to what you share.

“Our task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it, and embrace them.” -Rumi

Joy will not step in front of unfelt anger, grief, sadness, shame, jealousy, disgust, gratitude, or love. 

TLDR: this is a pitch for starting or continuing a daily practice.