todaypeace comesfrom knowing Iwill spend hours inthe company of well-beloved peoplePoems for Peace #3© 2018 Tracie Nichols
Poem for Peace #2
peace comes this morningwith sun kissing ice awakespark….gleam...flash...glitter!Poems for Peace #2© 2018 Tracie Nichols
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
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She who speaks life
We often choose a name that seems accurate for us, but that isn't big enough to contain our entire life. -- Margaret J. Wheatley I've been thinking a lot about identity these days as I talk with women about things like aging, being body wise, being highly sensitive - about planting our staffs in our …
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 …
You are not at the mercy of (fill in the blank)
I'm slowing down. That's a stage of life rhythm - not an indictment. - Tracie Nichols The most interesting stuff happens when I’m showering. In my head, I mean. This morning, for example, this cloud of mosquito thoughts dodging around the periphery of my brain came together finally and handed me this insight: No matter …
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We are made to belong with each other
It's just past the equinox. Autumn in my corner of the world. Spring for friends in the southern hemisphere. I've always loved equinoxes. I love their twice yearly invitation to experience balance. To pause. To rest into a hemispheric in-breath and dance for a few moments on the edge between growing dark and diminishing light (or …
Surrendering to August
on days like this ....heavy, ripe, still... the simple act of lifting hands to ease silver-brown tendrils away from time-etched hazel eyes becomes a lazy dance of languid fingers leading listless palms trailed by reluctant elbows... August ... your haze consumes impetus. early summer's green and gold momentum restlessly trapped in endless soft, in blurs …
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 …
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