fully alive

i will not die an unlived life.
i will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.
i choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible,
to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing,
a torch,
a promise.
i choose to risk my significance;
to live so that which came to me as seed goes to the next as blossom
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.

-dawna markova

are you fully alive? what would you need to change to become fully alive?

prayer request

may my feet rest firmly on the ground

may my head touch the sky'

may i see clearly

may i have the capacity to listen

may i be free to touch

may my words be true

may my heart and mind be open

may my hands be empty to fill the need

may my arms be open to others

may my gifts be revealed to me

so i may return that which has been given
completing the great circle.



- the terma collective

the wisdom blessing

may you choose outrageous actions that challenge who you are

and encourage who you are becoming.

may you take one step, however small, towards that which
you have always longed for. now is the right time!

may you recognize the unique and powerful contribution
that you bring to the people whose lives you touch.

may you be as grand and wonderful as you really are,
and do things because you want to, not just because you should.

may you celebrate your creativity and find peace
and purpose and passion amidst the chaos and suffering.

may you reach towards the spirit with a longing that keeps you
present to the miracles available all around you, all the time.

may your faith move any mountains that stand in your way
and may your heart be awake and open.

may wisdom be your guide and
may love be at the center of all of your choices.

*author: shiloh*

comes the dawn

after awhile you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't mean security,
and you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises,
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes open
with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.

and you learn to build your roads on today,
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
after awhile you learn
that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
and you learn that you really can endure...
and you really are strong,
and you really do have worth.
and you learn and you learn and you learn...
with every good-bye you learn.

anonymous