Please welcome to the world... common ground: love poems for friends & strangers.
Whatever we do and whoever we are, we can be certain of one thing... we will experience challenge.
I'm a fan of gratitude.
you're welcome. a poem by megan.
When we pray well, we surrender our notions of control to something we can't understand.
I love you, even as you shift and pass.
We are, all of us, Spirit dancing.
Whatever arises in the moment is our experience to discover. We add the gloss of good or bad. But we aren't required to do so.
We can carry our hurt gently so we don't impose it on each other. Maybe we realize how it shapes us into loving friends.
Let's ask our awareness to remain present and active as we soften.
Will you meet your blessings with a smile?
Yoga is the way we harness and direct the body, the mind, and the personality toward the soul's mission.
We all have light to share. It takes one candle to illuminate a dark room. Let’s be candles together and see what happens.
Here's my love for you and yoga.
The peace we seek is found within. It's an innate resource that springs up in us from our practice of kind connection. We all have it. We all have stuff in the way.
Regardless of death, life finds it way.
My heart longs to connect but its method of connection isn't satisfied by doing. My heart also guides me to find space for peace, rest, and wandering.
The holiest days are the days of our mindful appreciation. Let's appreciate our spirit for delivering us to this moment.
Here's a poem for a winter day.
Wherever we are, whatever confronts us, let's look for the light. Whatever we have learned, let's share our illumination with the darkness.
Belief tells me that I must do what I do because it's said to be good for me, even if it doesn't feel right. Faith opens my heart to listening more carefully. What is called for will become present to my faithful heart.
Grief is a wonderful means of creating connections. When we experience loss, we can discover that we remain in a space softened by compassion and tolerance.
Resilience is our ability to jump up from what’s taken us down. We adapt. We bounce. By learning to acknowledge and use our experiences, we learn to heal. Our hearts show us the way.
It doesn't matter what we know; what matters is whether we're willing to give it up to discover every sweet, moving moment.
Our smile is contagious. It soothes us; it soothes others.
Grief allows us to see the power our connections give to our heart’s journey.
Sometimes, it feels right to be lazy. So right.
Contrary to what we may see in pictures, or hear from friends, a yoga practice doesn’t need a mat, special pants or even a lick of movement.
The breath slows us down. When you consider how much the rest of the world seems to want us all to speed up, the breath suddenly seems like a really wise friend.
The world is waiting to dance with you. Are you game? Will you let it lead? Will you let it get a little wild? Today, this happened.