The practice of remembering

Lately, I’ve been writing about remembering.
About returning.
There is this voice that I hear. The more I unplug from the many voices around me – the many distractions.
This voice grows stronger. Steadier.
It sits in my centre, like on a throne. And it is ready, at all times.
It is ready to bring me back.
To remind me. To let me know when I begin to drift.
It tells me: “No. That is not your way.”
It says: “No. We don’t go back. Those are old ways.”
It reminds me to return.
To come back.
To come back.
To myself. To here. To now.
To what I really know to be true.
It is my anchor. My lighthouse.
It says: “You have forgotten again. It’s ok. Just come back.”

Every time we forget, we can also remember. And we can return.
Breath by breath, we can begin again.
This is the practice.
Coming back.
And breath by breath, our foundation grows stronger. And that voice gets clearer.

Things will still happen. Feelings will come and go. We will have beautiful days, we will have bad days. But we can remember, and we can always return.
We can rest, knowing that there is a truth inside of us at all times.
It is there to hold us.
And that it will never let us down.


Wishing you a beautiful winter solstice. ❤

When you devote yourself to love

When you devote yourself to love,
ration and reason will disappear
your tongue will become a servant to kindness
as words of sweet truth and compassion
tumble from your lips
no longer will you ask,
“how much can i do with my life?”
but instead,
“how much of life can i notice?”
when you become intimate with love,
your heart will yank the reigns from your mind,
and you may become bruised and battered
from the journey she takes you on,
but without the pain of a hard fall
you wouldn’t feel the pleasure of
a courageous heart willing to get back up,
as it beats like a celebratory drum
because you are still here
you are still here


allie michelle