A moment of Spring morning peace to receive with each inhale, and to release with each exhale. I breathe in stillness, I breathe out frazzled. I breathe in kindness, I breathe out harshness. I breathe in gratitude, I breathe out criticism. I breathe in forgiveness for myself, I breathe out disappointment. I breathe in [...]
Walking into preschool one particularly stressful morning, my daughter said, "You know trees grow their roots underground, just like diamonds grow down deep underground!" The moment I got back in the car I wrote this poem to remember the truth: in the face of strain, stress and the weight of life, we can have hope! For when they press in, something beautiful is being formed.