Bright moon catches my eye, across the snow jewels glisten in moon’s pale light, windless the house is still in these early morning hours, a quietness that draws me deeper into myself...what will I see there when I look in this pale moonlight... namaste
Bright moon catches my eye, across the snow jewels glisten in moon’s pale light, windless the house is still in these early morning hours, a quietness that draws me deeper into myself...what will I see there when I look in this pale moonlight... namaste
Stars sparkle over the frozen bay, light from the neighbor’s windows shine across the icy snow, the chill drifts through the windows and caressing arms as you pas the doorway, the wood stove calls us all closer as we sit, man and beast, bathing in the dancing light and relishing the warmth... a winter’s morning meditation... namaste
Stars sparkle over the frozen bay, light from the neighbor’s windows shine across the icy snow, the chill drifts through the windows and caressing arms as you pas the doorway, the wood stove calls us all closer as we sit, man and beast, bathing in the dancing light and relishing the warmth... a winter’s morning meditation... namaste
Outside the house the winds howl, their long moan rising and falling, the sharp bite of their cold mouth cutting past the sweater coat and glove, feeding the wood stove, the dancing flames work hard against the cold that pushes through the walls... within these walls their is warmth of the fire and shelter from the cold... sitting and watching the flames dance, I notice how my breath is like this house, allowing a space for me to reside amidst the howling wind of the world... Namaste
Outside the house the winds howl, their long moan rising and falling, the sharp bite of their cold mouth cutting past the sweater coat and glove, feeding the wood stove, the dancing flames work hard against the cold that pushes through the walls... within these walls their is warmth of the fire and shelter from the cold... sitting and watching the flames dance, I notice how my breath is like this house, allowing a space for me to reside amidst the howling wind of the world... Namaste
Outside the house the winds howl, their long moan rising and falling, the sharp bite of their cold mouth cutting past the sweater coat and glove, feeding the wood stove, the dancing flames work hard against the cold that pushes through the walls... within these walls their is warmth of the fire and shelter from the cold... sitting and watching the flames dance, I notice how my breath is like this house, allowing a space for me to reside amidst the howling wind of the world... Namaste
Outside the house the winds howl, their long moan rising and falling, the sharp bite of their cold mouth cutting past the sweater coat and glove, feeding the wood stove, the dancing flames work hard against the cold that pushes through the walls... within these walls their is warmth of the fire and shelter from the cold... sitting and watching the flames dance, I notice how my breath is like this house, allowing a space for me to reside amidst the howling wind of the world... Namaste
Watching the light dance on the walls from the wood stove, listening to the groans and creaks from the heating metal stove pipes,in the window the cat sits surveying her winter kingdom, the blanket is warm and soft and in these moments my breath seems to stretch time as minutes turn to hours... namaste
Watching the light dance on the walls from the wood stove, listening to the groans and creaks from the heating metal stove pipes,in the window the cat sits surveying her winter kingdom, the blanket is warm and soft and in these moments my breath seems to stretch time as minutes turn to hours... namaste
Grinding coffee beans, filling the kettle, stoking the fire, watching flames dance on the edges of the wood, smells of coffee bloom from the boiling water, the stove pipes groan as the fire warms them... morning moments to savour... namaste
Grinding coffee beans, filling the kettle, stoking the fire, watching flames dance on the edges of the wood, smells of coffee bloom from the boiling water, the stove pipes groan as the fire warms them... morning moments to savour... namaste
The deep silence of the morning, broken only by the small cracks and pops of the fire, the flickering firelight dances on the walls and across the bay the lights reveal the low hanging clouds... in that stillness the cacophony of thoughts becomes so clear, the noise they bring as they all via for attention is deafening... noticing my breath, allowing it to guide me into the stillness of this morning, that is refuge indeed... namaste
The deep silence of the morning, broken only by the small cracks and pops of the fire, the flickering firelight dances on the walls and across the bay the lights reveal the low hanging clouds... in that stillness the cacophony of thoughts becomes so clear, the noise they bring as they all via for attention is deafening... noticing my breath, allowing it to guide me into the stillness of this morning, that is refuge indeed... namaste
Bones ache, skin burns, thoughts drift into strange places... feeling my body in this moment, noticing how it fights and protects, how it gives my mind a place to go to stay occupied while it does the big work, how it gives me clear signals for what it needs to work it’s magic, how it so generously allows me to share this life, teaching me all it knows... even the flu is a school for understanding... namaste
Bones ache, skin burns, thoughts drift into strange places... feeling my body in this moment, noticing how it fights and protects, how it gives my mind a place to go to stay occupied while it does the big work, how it gives me clear signals for what it needs to work it’s magic, how it so generously allows me to share this life, teaching me all it knows... even the flu is a school for understanding... namaste
Sinking into my breath, the steady slowing of the rhythm, letting my attention drift away from myself, watching as it lands on others, noticing the connection to each, feeling deep love reach between each bridging the space and pulling us close, touching love with each breath... the bell rings and I step into my day, the bonds of love coming with me... namaste
Sinking into my breath, the steady slowing of the rhythm, letting my attention drift away from myself, watching as it lands on others, noticing the connection to each, feeling deep love reach between each bridging the space and pulling us close, touching love with each breath... the bell rings and I step into my day, the bonds of love coming with me... namaste
Feeling the warmth of the fire, watching the flames dance across the logs, snapping and popping they call to me to step outside myself and join their dance... on the edge of a log we whirl and spin, leap into the air and cavort across the coals, catching each draft we fly with the breeze... namaste
Feeling the warmth of the fire, watching the flames dance across the logs, snapping and popping they call to me to step outside myself and join their dance... on the edge of a log we whirl and spin, leap into the air and cavort across the coals, catching each draft we fly with the breeze... namaste
Bright moon catches my eye, across the snow jewels glisten in moon’s pale light, windless the house is still in these early morning hours, a quietness that draws me deeper into myself...what will I see there when I look in this pale moonlight... namaste Stars sparkle over the frozen bay, light from the neighbor’s windows shine across the icy snow, the chill drifts through the windows and caressing arms as you pas the doorway, the wood stove calls us all closer as we sit, man and beast, bathing in the dancing light and relishing the warmth... a winter’s morning meditation... namaste Outside the house the winds howl, their long moan rising and falling, the sharp bite of their cold mouth cutting past the sweater coat and glove, feeding the wood stove, the dancing flames work hard against the cold that pushes through the walls... within these walls their is warmth of the fire and shelter from the cold... sitting and watching the flames dance, I notice how my breath is like this house, allowing a space for me to reside amidst the howling wind of the world... Namaste Outside the house the winds howl, their long moan rising and falling, the sharp bite of their cold mouth cutting past the sweater coat and glove, feeding the wood stove, the dancing flames work hard against the cold that pushes through the walls... within these walls their is warmth of the fire and shelter from the cold... sitting and watching the flames dance, I notice how my breath is like this house, allowing a space for me to reside amidst the howling wind of the world... Namaste Watching the light dance on the walls from the wood stove, listening to the groans and creaks from the heating metal stove pipes,in the window the cat sits surveying her winter kingdom, the blanket is warm and soft and in these moments my breath seems to stretch time as minutes turn to hours... namaste Grinding coffee beans, filling the kettle, stoking the fire, watching flames dance on the edges of the wood, smells of coffee bloom from the boiling water, the stove pipes groan as the fire warms them... morning moments to savour... namaste The deep silence of the morning, broken only by the small cracks and pops of the fire, the flickering firelight dances on the walls and across the bay the lights reveal the low hanging clouds... in that stillness the cacophony of thoughts becomes so clear, the noise they bring as they all via for attention is deafening... noticing my breath, allowing it to guide me into the stillness of this morning, that is refuge indeed... namaste Bones ache, skin burns, thoughts drift into strange places... feeling my body in this moment, noticing how it fights and protects, how it gives my mind a place to go to stay occupied while it does the big work, how it gives me clear signals for what it needs to work it’s magic, how it so generously allows me to share this life, teaching me all it knows... even the flu is a school for understanding... namaste Sinking into my breath, the steady slowing of the rhythm, letting my attention drift away from myself, watching as it lands on others, noticing the connection to each, feeling deep love reach between each bridging the space and pulling us close, touching love with each breath... the bell rings and I step into my day, the bonds of love coming with me... namaste Feeling the warmth of the fire, watching the flames dance across the logs, snapping and popping they call to me to step outside myself and join their dance... on the edge of a log we whirl and spin, leap into the air and cavort across the coals, catching each draft we fly with the breeze... namaste