“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.” ~ Rumi Occasionally, when my body wakes at 3:00 a.m., with no intention of reconnecting with the dream world, this 13th-century Persian poet, theologian and mystic speaks into my soul, “The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep.” At 3:38 a.m., I am following Rumi’s advice. I put my feet … Continue reading Firefly Grief
When my daughter was young, one of the repeating conversations emerged from a friend’s continuous requests for her to hang out at his house. As much as she liked her friend, her introverted Self needed to be home on some of those afternoons and she couldn’t bring herself to say “no.” I offered her permission … Continue reading I can’t
The phrase “the fog was so thick you could cut it with a knife” never felt as true as this morning. I don’t recall walking in fog so dense I could feel the “push” of droplets on my face. My head lamp highlighted the sparkling mist dancing gracefully in the air. I could feel its … Continue reading The Unexpected Effect of Fog
Unfamiliar gear strapped to my back: the bulk heavy with anticipation. We checked each others tanks to make sure we had wrestled them on correctly, rubik-cubed the snorkle on to the mask and spit at the appropriate time and place to prevent mask fog, all in preparation for our first dive. With anticipatory thoughts … Continue reading Sitting in the Waters of Discomfort
I sat on the cedar dock still full of fragrance, waiting for day to arrive. Loons bob along in the water, eagles perch in the tree beside me watching over their home and commenting on its beauty. Another morning was spent face-down on the dock watching fish swim in the shadows, noticing deer prints on … Continue reading Restoration of a Summer Day
Andrea Tatley 