grief, heart, main, mindfulness, poetry, radicalcare, radicalselflove

a heart embrace (poem)

In dedication for all of you, all the places that hurt, all the beloveds we have lost... I am holding you. I am holding all of you in my practice and my loving care. image by @osalom Oh, my heart, I'm here. I know it hurts. I know it's hard. What do you need? To… Continue reading a heart embrace (poem)

compassion, main, Meditation, mindfulness, poetry, practice, radicalcare, radicalselflove, reflection, shame

you are precious — reflections & experiential practice

image by @mahkeo"All my life I thought there was something wrong with me." These were the dying words of someone's beloved. I heard this shared in a dharma talk by Buddhist teacher Tara Brach. Those words landed deeply in my body with a lingering pause and wonder.What did that person realize in those last moments… Continue reading you are precious — reflections & experiential practice

body, main, mindfulness, poetry

may there only be a letting go (poems)

photo by @bantersnaps   May there only be a letting go May I be with this breath resting my senses against the way the body breathes rising and falling in response to the breath's comings and goings. May I be with this body in the moments of ease and the moments of struggle this earth… Continue reading may there only be a letting go (poems)

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Holding and Letting Go

Please check out this regularly updated post on Coping with The Impact of Covid-19 if you are in need of support. photo by bernideen I have a love to garden deep in my roots. I breathe in flowers sacredly tended to by divine mothers hoping they blossom throughout this lifetime. I wake up unexpectedly sometimes during that late-night,… Continue reading Holding and Letting Go

main, mindfulness, poetry, radicalcare, radicalselflove

radical self-love

I am here with you.  I am here with you, I say to myself in a gentle lullaby. I will keep you safe.   I adore this poem by Ijeoma Umebinyuo. It says so much about radical self-love and its tenderness. "I bathe her, I play her some jazz, I feed her, I weep for her," she writes… Continue reading radical self-love