When I am at my best..... getting to know how I am seen, and how I might see myself. https://docgrimes.com/news/2018/4/22/when-i-am-at-my-best

The rains have stopped overnight and I am greeted by the sound of birds this morning, their song catches my attention, these first songs of spring, and within my body I feel something shift as I listen to the call and response echo across the yard, I can feel a sense of anticipation, of excitement begin to arise, and I find myself whistling as I join this lovely chorus... namaste

Outside the last of winter’s small snowflakes fall, melting on the sidewalks and roads, in the air you can hear winter’s last gasp, spring has already begun to sing in the trees and in the flower beds life is stirring once more... in my heart I feel these changes, I feel love stirring again for the world around me as I feel the remains of grief slowly melting away like this falling snow, it is there but i am no longer feeling stuck in its drifts... namaste

A clear and cloudless sky is the canvass for the sunrise today, the low hanging quarter moon glows a warm yellow, the pastel orange gives way through yellow and pale blue into the receding night skies, the trees on the eastern horizon silhouetted by the approaching dawn a sharp black against the colours... starting this day with such beauty focuses my attention on this moment as I enjoy the subtle changes of this sunrise... namaste

Being brave is not always about running into a burning building, doing something dangerous... sometimes, it is simply about stepping into the unknown and trusting it will work out. https://medium.com/@gilcharlesgrimes/staying-with-strangers-d757e7ac6df7?source=linkShare-6d040fc4fc4c-1523819962

A waning moon hangs low over the trees as if sitting on the thin edge where night and day begin to meet, the eastern sky warming with the early light in orange and pale yellow stretching up from the horizon and fading into the receding night... the cats come and go this morning, looking for strokes and often just giving my knees a rub, in the corner the fan in the propane stove rattles to life sending warm air through the room... another ordinary day full of small moments of beauty, with each breath I slow down, notice, and give my attention and appreciation to them... namaste

Early morning quiet fills the house, outside an occasional car can be heard in the distance, stiff joints and aching muscles remind me of the passage of time... within it feels timeless, the child who looks on this world with wonder still tugs my hand to show me what he sees, wants to play with those he meets, loves everyone with a boundless energy... I am grateful we are friends once more... namaste

Small snow flakes fall, the air is cool but the warm ground melts them quickly, the customers joke with the barista about the folly of spring in early April, the fickle nature of northeastern weather, they groan and joke and smile, the light early morning greetings of familiarity, people who see each other often enough to have a gentle knowing of each other, students hard at work, hunched above their laptops, headphones on removing themselves from reality just a bit further, sitting in the window, watching the world I find my curiosity growing... namaste

How do you filter love out of your life? Do you require that love comes in just certain ways? Must it be delivered just so for you to receive it? It was another Hakomi weekend, and I found myself looking into just these questions.... https://docgrimes.com/news/2018/4/8/lessons-in-love

$A moment of peace in a busy afternoon, unscheduled time that shows up, warm sunshine through the window, the sun catcher refracts rainbows on the walls, the smell of spring is on the breeze as it slips under the open glass...namaste$

A moment of peace in a busy afternoon, unscheduled time that shows up, warm sunshine through the window, the sun catcher refracts rainbows on the walls, the smell of spring is on the breeze as it slips under the open glass...namaste