Time, patience, and plenty of practice ~ worth the sweet reward. 🌼🧘🏻♀️✌🏻 ~Michele my image, Lost Dutchman State Park © 2023 MyInspiredLife
Tag: mountain
Real can’t be rushed
Busy hands can amuse a longing heart – a tuck and twist here a fold there a little time and a lot of paper mâché can craft dull surroundings into colorful abundance The heart may applaud the attempt by pumping more blood through veins but don’t be fooled the heart is no fool It is …
The Descent
In the Valley below I know how to blend – slipped on heels in place of laced hiking shoes, a (curved) pencil skirt, business blouse, and polished presentation Sure, I know how to blend in with the tribe, hustling, bustling, and brain muscling. With just enough preparation I would be a pleasant addition in any …
Closer to the Sun
Petals, stems, and hair whipped by the wind Rooted beliefs and thoughts twirl and toss becoming a new language when blended with the ancient Protected knowledge penetrates skin, blood, and bones creating shivers and swells Wings yet to be given this is the final ascent Secrets decoded confusion quells when the wind calms and the …
Sun fractures darkness
the further I drove, the closer I got to me distance restored my equilibrium and my regard for humanity traveling toward ten thousand stars only one needed to make a wish not on the brightest, but on one that stood out make a wish, I did I held tight to that wish, I did everything …
Intersection of three passions
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 …
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
Superstition Mountain
Outlined in the distance, its powerful presence has been a vision to admire, even worship; not a painting I thought to fold myself into, especially when the setting sun transforms the mountain of stone into a majestic goddess. From my knees, I would praise, but never once have I thought myself worthy of such magnificence. …
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