A Gentle Reminder

"Fear is a natural reaction to moving closer to the truth." -Pema Chodron

Face your fears, find your freedom.

Tell the Truth

Tell the truth, tell the truth, tell the truth...

Seems simple enough.
It's not.
But I'm learning it's vital
if I am to make anything real
out of this life.

See, here's the thing,
the thing about this Truth.
You cannot escape it.

You can try and hide from it.
You can pretend it doesn't exist.
Let me tell you, you can damn near
kill yourself trying to shut it away.

But the truth will return
and return
and return.
Sometimes a tap on the shoulder,
sometimes a slap in the face.

It is relentless in its quest
to wake you up
to the life you are meant to live
with an abundance of joy and appreciation.
It pries at the death-grip you have
on the life you're barely holding together
with guilt and shoulds and fear.

Your truth is yours and yours alone.
It matters not what others think of it.
It is sacred and only by honoring it
can you truly be alive and serve your purpose.

No more running. No more hiding.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
The truth is a gift. A light for your path.
Let the journey begin, again and again and again.

The Good News

A stolen quiet moment
this morning.
Just what I needed
before stepping out
into this day, this life.

Everything is unknown,
and today that feels just fine.
Take it as it comes,
bend and sway with
the winds of change.

Find calm in remembering
the words of a wise woman:
"Life never turns out like we planned.
And that, my friends, is the good news."

It Simply Is

It is what it is.

Everything is just that,
no more, no less.


Right or wrong,
good or bad,
these are only
futile judgements
of what simply is.

Every moment
there is a choice to
struggle or surrender.


Moment after moment,
ever changing,
around and around we go.

More Than the Moon

I thought it hopeless tonight.
Impenetrable clouds promised
to keep me from sharing in
your meaningful moments.

Disappointment found its usual perch
upon my ribcage,
settling into the well-worn hollow.

Just when I gave up
a merciful wind raced through
and cleared the skies
and the night was nearly day
and you at the center of it all.

For a moment, then,
there was nothing but
wonder and the tail end
of that wind in my hair.

And I remembered how it felt
to be alive.

And I realized what I
cannot live without.

So I stand tonight with
bare feet, upturned palms, 
heart open as can be,
pleading in words that are not my own:
"Shine on, O moon,
Shake out more and more silver changes."