There is Enough, Even With My Soul

There is Enough, Even With My Soul

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 [...]

The Promise of Pressure

The Promise of Pressure

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.