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Gratitude
A quiet meditation on the small, sacred moments that open the heart to gratitude, from the snore of a dog to the hush of morning light spilling over the land.
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The Garden Within
There’s something in me today, a warmth, slow and certain, like the first sip of coffee when the house is still quiet and the sky hasn’t quite decided what to be. At first, I didn’t have a name for it. It just felt like a seed, the softest touch on the side of my neck,…
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I Can’t Help But See It
A quiet poem about shared wonder, sacred seeing, and the ache to be truly known. For anyone who’s ever pointed at beauty and whispered, “Do you see it too?”
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This Day, Unnamed
Today, I will not call you “Tuesday.” I will not dress you in yesterday’s name. I will meet you with open palms, as if you are a bird newly landed, a river just beginning to flow. I will let gratitude be the breath that wakes me, and attention the prayer I offer in return. May…
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A Morning Offering
A Morning Offering Would you think me strange if I told you that most mornings, before I even turn into the parking lot, my heart is already overflowing? That I’ve already gathered a hundred small moments that feel like offerings, not spoken, but somehow heard. The crow, running through the morning grass on his way…
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To Bask in Quiet Beauty
There are times when I feel more fragile than a feather,a tender leaf among a field of brilliant wildflowers,dwarfed by the brilliance of the world.My feet stuck in this modern humanity where I don’t belong.The noises and comings and goings andconstant connection,Often, I hide from it all.More often, I wish I could hide from it…
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