spiritual practice
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Running, Running, Running in the cycles of Samsara
Do we know of nothing else? As the night falls along with my heavy eye lids, it seems as if no moment passes to the next as I reopen them to wake. Where does the time go? Some days are easier than others. This morning I reset my alarm about…
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You are nothing less than beautiful
My days fill up beautifully with words of Love and cherish. The more I leave My Love for our week ahead, the more my love grows through the short distance between us. In the night, I hear his call; no matter how deep the dream… It’s a warm day today…
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OOOOO CHAI!
Okay, if you’ve been following my most recent coffee addiction, please note that it is over. I have found my love. It is Chai. I honestly never cared for Chai too much until I couldn’t think of a better alternative to a comfy cup of coffee other than matcha, which…
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I know I didn’t write last week,
and something inside me reminded me everyday. I lay here and write this now wishing I did last week, the day after, the day after, and so forth. I pretty much wish I wrote everyday. The holidays continue as Christmas passes and we make our to New Year’s. I feel…
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This morning I didn’t know how to get up
There’s something in the morning that always gets us to get out of bed. I say this as I lay in mine, deciding when to start the day. These past few weeks have been a battle for me when it comes to getting things done—switching back and forth between productive…