slowing down

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Awakening

Slowing down.
I see with clarity.

Slowing down.
I hear what people are saying.

Slowing down.
I feel the energy around me.

Slowing down.
I speak in the direction of truth.

Slowing down.
I find power within me.

Slowing down.
I breathe into the world.

And, I awaken.

 

This poem was published in my first poetry book Mostly My Heart Sings. Since connecting last week with my beautiful friend Jana, I’ve been thinking a lot about going slower. When we were together we talked about how much richer our experience is when we go slow enough to be fully present for it.

 

* I took this photo in Mazunte, Mexico. This beautiful flower grew from the top of a small tree near a bus stop on the main road. I loved the way it was awakening to the light of a beautiful sunny day.

choice awakens

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Choice awakens

Choice

awakens

in every

moment

as an invitation

we can accept

over

and over

again.

This poem was most certainly inspired by how I spent the month of February, taking the Real Happiness Challenge with Sharon Salzburg. Now I’m reading through her book, Real Happiness, to reinforce my discoveries. One of the most helpful insights is how we are at choice in each moment and how, because we are human, we get to keep choosing over and over again.

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* I took this photo in San Agustinillo, Mexico with the zoom on my little Canon powershot.

Open to the Light

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Open to the Light

Open to the light
so hungry
to wash over you
and fill the dark spaces.

Listen to the inner voice.
Let its wisdom
penetrate your being.

See the truth
buried under the rubble
of hollow stories
built on the foundation
of fear.

Blossom in gentle acceptance
of who you are
so worthy
of the warmth and love
that waits for you.

Awaken and move
toward the vibrantly alive
life that is yours.

As I read this poem today, it is like a motherly hug, reminding me that I matter and that life expects me to by joyful.

* I took this photo of a peony in my backyard in Iowa.