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In those cold January days, early in the year of the answers, she practiced holding her own soul. At dawn, at dusk, fully. She kept an eye on it all day long. Whenever it murmured or whimpered she stopped…
I love trees. Especially big ones with deep green colored leaves or weeping willows that seem embrace the earth with their long branches. I love the vivid colors in the autumn months. Trees represent (for me) strength, adaptability, wisdom and…
“Why do you come to sit in meditation? Why don’t you make writing your practice? If you go deep enough in your writing, it will take you everyplace.” (From Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bones)
