“Is the soul solid, like iron?” reflects poet, Mary Oliver. “Or, is it tender and breakable like the wings of a moth in the beak of an owl?”

Can it carry Hope upon a hummingbird’s wings?

My darlings, though often we may mistake as our Achilles heel – trust, that Soul is what keeps things ‘real.’ A silvered thread to “this moment now.”

Soul is what brings life to a weathered leaf; and peace to the simplicity of these scattered morning rays.

It captivates, enriches, and glorifies – making magic of ‘weeping’ willows.

And, cradling this gift of life within two humbled hands.

Soul is that which gathers us ‘here’, my loves – a simple faith restored through breath.

Namaste, my loves ~ and on this day, may we find courage enough to honor this light within us all.

❤️