When a hummingbird buzzed near my ear, making my hair lift during my morning meditation in the desert, I had a feeling I might be in for a special day. I was correct. I joined ten other women at a trailhead outside of Tucson yesterday morning. We hiked our way to a beautiful destination, then …
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Return to Breath
Wishing you a peaceful and prosperous week. 🧘🏻♀️💗✌🏻 Michele Need more meditation inspiration than my title offers? Visit my post, "Your Morning Glow (audio poem)" my photo from Superstition Mountain
Journey thru the Desert (video)
“The glaring light of the desert sun exposed a person's true face. I could no longer run or hide or pretend to be anything other than what I was.” ― Summer Shultz, from Stuck Wide Open https://videopress.com/v/6IkN2hSi?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Sharing nature photos makes me as happy as being in nature. OK, not exactly, but I do enjoy it and …
A Detour & A Desert Dance (personal poetic prose)
Consider, how far you’ve come and how, with your face to the sun and with one foot in front of the other, you will get where and what you are intended. A detour on my way to a three-day desert escape… With my car idling, I was a stranger outside looking in. Beyond the (once …
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Life is a Mystery
We have all heard the phrase, “six degrees of separation,” but sometimes God/Divinity sprinkles a little extra sparkle on the moment or situation. Let me explain. Last night I struck up a conversation with a stranger and a few questions into our conversation I discovered she knows my all-time favorite teacher who I have searched …
Prickly Conversations (audio)
"Prickly Conversations" (audio - poetic prose) For several days (maybe more) your invites, I ignored. I do hear you, but I would rather not be bothered by the heat and your prickly thorns. “Grab your camera!” I hear you saying to me, “You must see my canvas, that the monsoons transformed.” Fine! I will go! …
Cactus Tops and Teardrops
The old man with a rod in his hand, listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival, watched her walk by. Someone to fill his eyes and his time. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to be. Living an afternoon dream. A life his own. No one, but himself, to please. He’s not lonely. He can talk to the fish …
Desert Blooms
An office with a window view has been transformed into a garden, thanks to you. Spring has ushered in a month of sharing what Divinity has so graciously given. Colors and fragrance burst from my screen, flooding my senses and drawing me in. I pause, I gaze, I smile, I breathe. I pluck one from …
A reading reptile?
I met a new friend on a recent trip. His blood cold, mine warm, His exterior jagged and off-putting, mine soft and inviting. It was an instant kindred connection, despite our night and day differences. What's not to love about his carefree charm, his adorable chin, his sensitive eyes, and his reptilian grin. Out in …
Connected Roots
Golden petals burst from a winding stem, sprang forth from a seed, that wound its way into dry desert dirt. Planted in soil, not of its native origin. Reflective tears burst from the one standing in Sonoran dirt, flowing from a realization, that they are similar, she and the foreign bloom. Rooted in soil, not …
My Inspired Life 