there’s no rush

Slow down, there’s no rush.
Give your body time to heal.
The time will come, soon.

Remove temptation

Remove temptation;
create space to re-focus.
The best time is now.

Fierce self-compassion

navigating times of change.

Do the best I can.

Wind rustles the trees
Air colder than the sun’s light
Transition to spring.

Tap into darkness –
that’s where poetry can live.
Cast light upon it.

Writing on weekends
words flowing from the stillness
my mind exploring.

Moments are fleeting.
In the blink of an eye, gone.
Savor their presence.

Beauty all around.
Pause. Breathe. Relish the magic.
Life: our greatest gift.

Feet, paws, crunch gravel
Move from mind into body
Nature can heal us.

Listen to your heart,
she knows what is best for you.
Amplify her voice.