"No spills!" I say, as if the contents of my cup held life's elixir itself.
A three image collage. Ocean with low clouds let with pink and a bright blue sky, Green bushes in the foreground. Cheyenne with her legs crossed sitting at the bench with a coffee cup in a tray with quiche and a cup of cream looking out over the ocean. A wooden bench made from a tree trunk.
Repetition of practice
…Within the chaos, one can be completely carefree..without making oneself wrong…
“I don’t have time for this,”
Cheyenne sitting on a rock with an inflatable red canoe by the river. Bent knees, elbows on knees and she’s looking at the camera
“…Sometimes I have not been able to see where the good could come out of difficult circumstances or situations…”
With a message of grace…and now this:
Effortless Singular Nature
It’s entirely magical because in an effortless way your comfort level grows within yourself, your inherent okayness…
Allow yourself to feel it just as it is.
Loss and sadness fill my core, there is heaviness. I do feel not alone, I feel full. Reverence to love itself.