John O’Donohue To Bless the Space Between Us May this be a morning of innocent beginning, When the gift within you slips clear Of the sticky web of the personal With its hurt and its hauntings, And fixed fortress corners, A morning when you become a pure vessel For what wants to ascend from silence,…

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Mother and Daughter Storm We walked gingerly tonight around the edges of our storm. The water rippled and raged almost tidal at times but we stayed steady on the rocks of our rendezvous with old pain. And then at last we breached as if we were killer whales high above the sea and then we…

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Love After Love The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to…

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The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer  It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for…

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‎”There are two kinds of truth. Truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart. The first of these is a science, and the second is an art” Raymond Chandler

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Lead me to the song of my heart and help me sing it unashamed Help me stand before you in bare consciousness unflinching in your light Lead me to the expression of my soul in all its fullness Let me embrace my humanity yet be anchored in divinity. Help me unfetter the joy that I…

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In my psychotherapy practice, I encourage my clients to bring more awareness and mindfulness into their daily lives. We can so oftentimes feel rushed, scattered and onto the next thing, that we rarely enjoy what this moment has to offer. In being present, it allows us to calm down, lose some of the anxiety, and…

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Slide into the unknown The Beloved is waiting Climb down the rickety ladder Into the mysterious cave of your body Where your own quiet music plays Become great friends to yourself Tip your identity into the empty bowl of Being Hold only space where you used to fill it A cup already strained can hold…

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