I wash my own feet, And I think nothing of it – It is a mundane thing But it does make me wonder If radical love Need not be radical – It does make me think That the most radical way We can love another Is to love their mundane, Worship their everyday, Revere their […]
Sometimes, Love breaks your heart wide open to clear away what no longer serves you and to open the door to new possibilities.
Sometimes I go searching for peace in yoga, in bitter herbal tea sweetened with honey from back home. I look for it in beautiful crystals chosen carefully to help me name my intentions, in the sweet smoke of palo santo filling a room. I beg my spirit guides and angels to bring me to it. I strain my lungs, suspending the breath. If I can just hold on a little longer, just try a little harder, some sort of God will give me peace. Sometimes I forget that I don’t quite believe in God.