It only takes a reminder to breathe, 

a moment to be still,

and just like that, 

something in me settles,

softens, 

makes space for imperfection. The harsh voice of judgment

drops to a whisper and I remember again that life isn’t a relay race; 

that we will all cross the finish line; 

that waking up to life is what we were born for.  As many times as I forget,

catch myself charging forward without even knowing where I’m going, 

that many times I can make the choice to stop, 

to breathe, and be, 

and walk slowly into the mystery. 

~Donna Faulds

simply finding a kind word to hold on to….

inquiry for today~ substance vs. sweetness

what is absolute

I shall Gather up All the lost souls

That wander this earth

All the ones that are alone

All the ones that are broken

All the ones that never really fitted in

I shall gather them all up

And together we shall find our home

~Athey Thompson