Sometimes stories of our soul need a place to sit.

Ask away.   I guess I should introduce myself...   ( A Echaristeo Practice )   One thousand words.   

I'm rather envious of the way the wind dances with each blade of grass, never staying too little or too long. Lingering is sometimes a tricky business. It's best to do when you've packed snacks.


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    A Echaristeo practice

    1. The space that allows my fingers to walk and wander and thoughts to be freed

    2. The furry softness of morning puppy

    3. Losing my cell phone and spending the day simply in time, not on time

    4. Night runs in pre-autumnal bursts of wind

    5. Cold, morning oranges you can unlock with your fingers in long peels of color

    6. Honey at the bottom of a teacup, ready to overwhelm you with that last sip of grace

    7. Letting go and practicing the breath, from the tips of teeth to the toes

    8. Ginger and its ability to go with anything I desire to eat

    9. Sand in toe crevices

    10. Long drives and car phone charger and voices at the other end

    11. A mother’s small voice to their childs ear

    12. Winding roads that lead to bonfires

    13. Harmonizing notes in holy woods

    14. Sisterly voices and silences and shared heart cracks

    15. Morning eyes squinting to light

    16. Yoga to the Beatles beats

    17. Broken heart spaces leading to lightness

    18. Fall’s hiding place and the joy in the finding

    19. Moccasins on pavement

    20. Full-throated music coming out of open fingers

    21. Salt tears that bring sunrise understanding

    22. Moments for cleaning house

    23. A roommate that shows you true colors

    24. Terra cotta

    25. Handmade cards of crayon

    26. Guided pilates open chest heart full stretches that bring explosion

    28. A room of friends, and prayer, and good food and an sink empty of dishes and full of grace

    29. Metaphor upon upon metaphor and the other telling you the truth of your own words through theirs

    30. Midnight gardens and bullfrogs singing

    31. Pulling weeds in early summer hours

    32. Beautiful weed bouquets in tiny hands

    33. Family stories in an Irish pub

    34. Beach wind and carried voices and a father’s smile

    35. To hear and hold and let go

    36. Dried flowers that have traveled in a plane and lived to tell the tale.

    37. To love and be told it is enough

    38. Anger that has passed into acceptance and understanding

    39. Long, hard rain that resuscitates growth

    40. A good hard knock to the pride

    41. Sisters large sweater

    42. That laugh

    43. Still hoping, still holding on

    44. The music melody of Tyler Lyle and break up albums

    45. A playlist, all of them

    46. Cranberry juice at Dakota Blue

    47. That hair grows back

    48. Holes in trees and treasures you find there

    49. A gifted waffle maker

    50. A single tear

    51. Dancing when nobody is watching

    52. Child’s pose

    53. Dark mexican restaurants conversations and bland guacamole

    54. Chai latte. Anytime. 

    55. The first crisp air and the way it catches your breath

    56. Naming things

    66. Mary Chapin Carpenter and a beautiful racket

    67. The feel of a new bike and the first ride rush

    68. That circle of park and its many conversations

    69. A few months. I can say that.

    70. Marking off that one thing I’ve been needing to

    71. Forgetting and it’s okay

    72. The way carpet looks after it’s vacuumed

    73. That a light can have three levels of brightness

    74. The drops that slide down the window pain 

    75. Second chance coffee shops

    76. That I keep returning with new colors

    77. Waking up

    78. A cup of coffee is still healing

    79. The ache in my ankles after a long run

    80. Sharing whispers in darkness

    81. Admitting loneliness and relishing it

    82. Chili much needed 

    83. Wooden blinds

    84. That baby’s smile when you dance

    85. Sleeping on the train

    86. Paint. Fingerpaint. 

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