Our miraculous bodies are our guides and our signposts.  We have disconnected from the inner knowing that they are our trusted barometer; our gages to judge how in-balance we are.  We instead look to outside indicators of our health, our happiness, our well being, when the body knows everything.  It is truly our temple - We’ve simply forgotten how to worship it.  
So much seems to point back to the fact that we don’t take the time to connect to our most basic and primal sources of our true knowledge.  This is a crazy and fast moving world in which we live.  We’d rather pop a pill or see a doctor once something has gone wrong, rather than respectfully tuning into the body as the ultimate guide.  Your body will tell you when you are too tired, when you are eating in an imbalanced way, when you are not providing it with enough exercise, when stress is so debilitating that it’s damaging your cells one by one, and sapping your life-force.  
Much like the disconnect with nature and the natural world that we’re experiencing, the disconnection with the body, slaps the face of the most ancient wisdom.  We ignore it at our peril.  If we listen and hear the whispers, it will guide us to health, a sense of peace, and toward the power of our most basic life force.

Our miraculous bodies are our guides and our signposts.  We have disconnected from the inner knowing that they are our trusted barometer; our gages to judge how in-balance we are.  We instead look to outside indicators of our health, our happiness, our well being, when the body knows everything.  It is truly our temple - We’ve simply forgotten how to worship it.  

So much seems to point back to the fact that we don’t take the time to connect to our most basic and primal sources of our true knowledge.  This is a crazy and fast moving world in which we live.  We’d rather pop a pill or see a doctor once something has gone wrong, rather than respectfully tuning into the body as the ultimate guide.  Your body will tell you when you are too tired, when you are eating in an imbalanced way, when you are not providing it with enough exercise, when stress is so debilitating that it’s damaging your cells one by one, and sapping your life-force.  

Much like the disconnect with nature and the natural world that we’re experiencing, the disconnection with the body, slaps the face of the most ancient wisdom.  We ignore it at our peril.  If we listen and hear the whispers, it will guide us to health, a sense of peace, and toward the power of our most basic life force.

In the quiet of the morning, Jennifer Berezan’s “Returning” plays softly and hauntingly in the background.  The room is dark, with only the light of a lavender candle flickering.  The rhythmic question beats through the softness of the morning -  faint at first - but then with arms wrapped around me, coaxes an answer that emerges.  ”What does your heart say today?”   
My heart says that I want more time.  More time for writing, for photographing, more time to spend in the revealing depths of contemplative silence, more time in the garden creating a space reflective of the needs of my soul, more time walking with my dog, more time exploring song, more time in nurturing and provocative conversation with friends, more time exploring places that tell a story and where people bring a completely different and soul-nourishing perspective to my life; more time creating.  I am tempted to censor what I write, but since the heart is directing this day’s writing, I only type what I’m told. 
One person, one body, one 24 hour day each day; one store of energy, is what we are given.  My life is simply out of balance. As my heart types that it wants more time and enumerates where it wants to reside, I fully feel the deepest and truest sense of myself.  My heart and my voice will never be silenced.  They are decreeing that as of today, no more time will be spent begging to be set free.  The sound that I hear next, is the ripping off the chains of a compartmentalized life.  

In the quiet of the morning, Jennifer Berezan’s “Returning” plays softly and hauntingly in the background.  The room is dark, with only the light of a lavender candle flickering.  The rhythmic question beats through the softness of the morning -  faint at first - but then with arms wrapped around me, coaxes an answer that emerges.  ”What does your heart say today?”   

My heart says that I want more time.  More time for writing, for photographing, more time to spend in the revealing depths of contemplative silence, more time in the garden creating a space reflective of the needs of my soul, more time walking with my dog, more time exploring song, more time in nurturing and provocative conversation with friends, more time exploring places that tell a story and where people bring a completely different and soul-nourishing perspective to my life; more time creating.  I am tempted to censor what I write, but since the heart is directing this day’s writing, I only type what I’m told. 

One person, one body, one 24 hour day each day; one store of energy, is what we are given.  My life is simply out of balance. As my heart types that it wants more time and enumerates where it wants to reside, I fully feel the deepest and truest sense of myself.  My heart and my voice will never be silenced.  They are decreeing that as of today, no more time will be spent begging to be set free.  The sound that I hear next, is the ripping off the chains of a compartmentalized life.