Trees, trees, and more trees

Ah, breathtaking. Sitting criss-cross on a stump watching the sky get dark–

I notice.

Goodnight day.




Day 6

It’s always a tough one to love me when I begin my day in a fuzz with my essence, my light, depleted..

So I notice, I surrender.

I love how the yellow cedar outside my apartment window provides a beautiful yellow-green contrast for the sky, the buildings, and the ocean in the distance.

I am grateful that this tree and I share space.

It’s a good tree.

I have been working on going with the flow and practicing presence. And the days have been abnormally busy for us, so it was a perfect time to let go and flow! Just allowing ones self to experience what’s unfolding in real life, rather than trying to mold and shape it into what you had planned, is soooooo much less exhausting. And satisfying. Trying to control everything is only going to lead to disappointment and stress at some point in time. Letting go of what’s not serving you is a huge act of self care, love and appreciation.

– S

Day 5, So she said she could stay

When I stand with my legs spread, my big toes inverted, and my arms on my hips I am power; I am strong; I am the little thing that got too big for her heart and exploded with love.

I acknowledged the buzz running through my body the brain chatter and I said , BE STILL! In a very angry and authoritative voice and the chatter said, Babe, you gotta work for our respect.

So I teased, stretched and massaged every muscle until I felt calm and safe.

I have not always felt safe.


Goodnight Day 4. Thank-you for existing.

Love is an infinite power.

(the tea bag once said this to me, and I was like, cool,  but what does the even mean? And the tea just sat there steeping. I’m still trying to figure it out. This other tea bag once said, You are unlimited, and I was  obviously like, DAMN STRAIGHT I AM. And because this tea bag made so much sense I asked it what the other tea bag meant, and it mumbled something about something and I think I made it feel embarrassed. But the feelings of the tea bag aren’t my feelings, and I’m unlimited. So I just went to bed).

If you need to stop halfway up, let yourself stop (Mornin’ D. 4)

And when you stop, give yourself the privilege and take the wisdom to breathe in the moment, because even at half-way up, the view is pretty fucking cool and heck of a lot better than all the way down. So give yourself a yoga-hug, do a little sun-salutation, and hear and feel your breath– you’re out of breath and you’re going to get it back. In the mean time, did you see squirrel?

I think it’s a pretty brave effing creature, balancing on the tip of the branch with birds of prey hovering above. But the thing about the squirrel is that they know their bodies, know the branch, are one with the fucking branch. Ain’t nothing short of an earthquake that’ll make ’em fall.

That’s you. That’s me.

Be squirrel.

I am Squirrel.