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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.
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 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  a blister, a blossom
caught in a toss-up of floundering somdays and what-ifs and sighs should she be sheepishly slipping through time lapses waiting for someone to see her through unglazed eyes? leap, they say, dare, why not try, take a chance don't let a daunting debacle derail you! have faith, they say, answer your innermost divas who cling to your apron strings yearning for glory for knowledge of simple abundance of pleasure of all that is promised within dreaming hopers "do it" life whispers, on breath laced with pearls of unlimitless guidance from somewhere without. or within.... okay, i will. she says. ®Emily Nielsen, 2014 November is white-blue speckled with brown-rust,
The sun a bold and fuzzy white eye glaring luridly on scabbed brown squares of frosted earth Brittle leaves break quickly from bare scaly branches and gather in windblown heaps among the limp garden beds |
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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