BodySoul Practice

Keeping the Boat Upright: Little Rituals of Grace

My musing started with toast and jam. An Asian-style, handleless cup of green tea sat beside me and a golden beeswax candle flickered within reach, while outside the morning sky shimmered with misty blues, but the scent and crackle of toast shifted my thoughts. Specifically, it was homemade spelt and emmer (einkorn) bread that I crisped under

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A Poem by Heart: A Soul Practice

Gazing out over the lush green ravine in the early light, barefoot on the earth, I repeated the poem aloud as a prayer, a new way to greet the morning. Back inside the house, I opened my blue notebook on the coffee table and quietly read the lines again. Noting that I had misspoken one

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Dancing the Soul: Sweat Your Prayers

The slight breeze feels welcome upon my perspiring body, having stepped outside into the open air to catch my breath and cool down. I inhale a few deep breaths, hands on my hips, while my heart thumps in my chest like a solid drum beating a rapid cadence. For a few minutes I stand there,

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The Knowing Heart: An Organ of Perception

It was the bees that called me back to myself. To my heart, really. One sleek Whippet on a lead in each hand, I was somewhat groggily stumbling barefoot down our current street this morning, taking ‘the boys’ out for their morning walk. My head pounded with a trigger point headache (a chronic problem lodged

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