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My friend lost her mom to ALS last week. Last night we took a chilly walk along a nature path, and as we meandered she noticed a high tree flocked in so many birds. Passing underneath it she said, I know my mom will give me signs, and just then, all the birds burst from above and gave us a 15 minute murmuration, staying close over her, dancing.  A Murmeration for AmberAs they dip and glisten it’s the pulse of a heartbeat made by the flitting and gliding of ecstatic black wings who whorl in slick grace with unfathomed choreography We are here, they say in their cacophony, for you and we could swoop you away with us forever, however... your burdens are here now and are yours to fold into But here, we know your light is what can unfurl you as we feather your story to the watercolored sky and that story is this: You are safe, held, and seen. You are a treasure and a boulder. Your life, your message takes up space and it fills the pockmarked places where hope has been hiding. You are a wonder, your existence offers an abundance of calm to the wearied So worry not, sweet bird You can fly with us one day and O! how you will love your wings But until then, just keep looking up If you've never had the joy of witnessing a murmeration, check out this video on YouTube of a particularly spectacular one.
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Today I think We should all take a peek at A shadowy place And see if there may have been a seed Who was content enough to bloom Without trying too hard at all  My heart blooms like a mandala
an ever-spiraling kaleidoscope of colors gleaned from these wise and blessed surroundings. Each step a prayer, every breath an inward swirl of gumption.  I brought my better understanding
To the tree light of the sun porch Or did it bring my understanding back to me? My new favorite, cozy hidey-hole is located in this sweet woodsy cabin near the lake in Cascade, Idaho. I’ll be holding my first retreat of 2020 there January 9-12. Want to join me? Click here to learn more about the Bliss Camp Winter Retreat for Women! Meditative moment: join me in the glowy glory of this golden aspen grove near McCall, Idaho. The way the sun, bold and bare in the crisp cotton sheet of blue sky Warms the leaves of the aspen trees and makes the very air glow Runs over my taut senses like a heavy gentle settling; my breath crackles up my sternum and out to meet the silence And on the exhale I am gathered In the shared woven roots that sustain their contented height The branches of my lungs meld and weave in rhythm with the centered breath of this communion And the aspen trees sigh without concern, pleasantly held in this Autumn moment as they release their weightless leaves, one at a time The veins and spines detaching to mulch in the sacred promise of the grove  |
by Emily Nielsen"I am determined to be cheerful and happy in whatever situation I may find myself. For I have learned that the greater part of our misery or unhappiness is determined not by our circumstance but by our disposition." All posts are copyright ©Emily Nielsen
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