Poem for Peace #1

my blue-tipped fingersstumble acrossthese black-capped keysdashing to capturea sweet momentof peace taughtto me by the dancingsunlight glinting acrosswinter-bare branchesoutside my orchid andcrystal-cluttered windowand then I stopand laughhow silly tobe dashing to capture peacewhen all I need do is pausebreatheappreciatePoems for Peace #1© 2018 Tracie Nichols

sometimes

sometimes riding life's currents requires a wider stance a lower center of gravity spacious fluid joints sometimes rubbing along life's twists is as comfortable as tender new skin abruptly meeting sharp, shifting gravel shards sometimes life's molten, shaking growth spurts ask us to be something we've never been that's OK every mountain and river and …

Our bodies remember what our minds have forgotten

Being body-wise is the act of believing what your body is saying. It’s a presence to life that is beautiful and vulnerable and essential to the work of creating lasting, substantive change in yourself...and in the world. It's also how we can create businesses that are disentangled from the manipulative, dismissive, objectifying messages hammered into …