Observe how your mind, body, heart and soul naturally seek homeostasis and regroup, often giving you insight on what you are.
Many lost soul-pieces await restlessly to be acknowledged...just as the ruins of wrecked ships from long ago are waiting for the next storm to uncover them.
The texture of commitment hasn’t been a grandiose cinematic score. Daily, it feels more like a Bach Suite -- sweet, rhythmic, flowing, precise, simple.
This year has taught me one thing: In doing fewer things and sitting with nothingness and boredom, I’ve started hearing the murmurs of my soul.
We are not taught how to navigate the uncomfortable complexity of simplicity, how to be uncomfortable or embrace grief as an ally of an open heart.