Restorative Rituals for
Mental Health

Meaningful Self Care
for Moms


We could wait for a
thousand days and nights,
a lifetime really,
to be given the green light.
The sign that we are good enough
to try, to shine, to be
out there in the world.
Showing up
exactly as we are
without lowering our voices
or keeping ourselves small.
We could wait for eternities
to be perfect enough
for the approval and love of others
while slowly withering inside.

Who are these chosen ones
who can grant the rest of us
Where do they live in
their golden perfection?

Talk to me about your
early morning hours
when it is quiet and you can hear
the breathing of your heart
and the pulse of your breath.
Tell me about that time
when something greater spoke to you,
and your body knew
what was true.
That only you can choose you.

Only you can open the cage door
and allow yourself to peek out,
survey the wide open scene,
and discover the courage that has always
lived in your bones.
Only you can spread your wings and
Only you can choose how
gracefully and boldly
you soar.

Mindful Mondays

  • 41

    As I enter into my 41st year, I felt a sudden desire to return here to my blog and write.  It has been awhile.  I have shared poems and other words on social media, and a few here as well.  But, it has been some time since I have sat down to reflect, write out

  • Hold On

    For you whose light has been dimmed in an already dark world— For you whose voice has been muted in a loud screaming world— For you who feels lost in a world full of mirrors— Breathe. When every warm body is out of reach, you have the power to hold your own heart with a

  • Waking Up

    Holding hands in the dark, the wash of moonlight spilling onto the sheets. A kiss on my cheek and a hug that lingers long enough to feel the solid warmth of skin and bone. The breath of a sunset sky, and the heat of thunder and lightning pouring cleansing waters from above. A singular burgundy