Your Word of the Day

Sound is the resonance of who you are.
— Chloe Goodchild

We practice intention with what goes into our mouths (i.e., the chilis pictured), but what about what comes out of our mouths via our words?  Let's ask ourselves: What do the words I utter say about me?  What values do my words embody?  What do the words I think, my inner dialogue, say to me?  What is my verbal signature?  Words have energy.  Words are energy.  Words create or destroy, allowing us to expand luminously or dwindle.  Words are catalysts and allies in our manifestation of healing, peace, and positive transformation.

According to Chloe Goodchild, the Aborigines believe in the notion that we have the capability to sound a whole new world into being.

Don Miguel Ruiz writes about "being impeccable with your word" in The Four Agreements.

I invite you to cultivate a daily practice that uses the rich beauty of language to create more harmony, more love, more connection, and more alignment...within yourself, beyond yourself.

Let's sound a whole new world into being through our choice of words.  Using our voice for conscious communication, what a privilege and what a responsibility it is.

In authenticity and co-creation,

~ Katherine R.

Today's post is dedicated to Pono Kai's healing and voice, the best Australian Shepherd I know.

Chilis laying out to dry and greet me in Nepal

Chilis laying out to dry and greet me in Nepal

Wild Peace & Grace

Life.  Messy.  The grace of nature never fails to sustain, console, uplift, and redeem me.  In stillness and openness, I listen, I learn, I grow.  As fires burn too close to home, and life aches and beckons new expansion, these two poems hold space and healing balm today.  I am deeply grateful that they found me, as I am for the beautiful sisters who shared them my way and for the beautiful authors whose poetic words quench, heal, pacify.  ~ Katherine R.

The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

 

When We Plant a Rose Seed in the Earth by W. Timothy Gallwey

When we plant a rose seed in the earth, we notice that it is small, but we do not criticize it as "rootless and stemless." We treat it as a seed, giving it the water and nourishment required of a seed. When it first shoots up out of the earth, we don't condemn it as immature and underdeveloped; nor do we criticize the buds for not being open when they appear. We stand in wonder at the process taking place and give the plant the care it needs at each stage of its development. The rose is a rose from the time it is a seed to the time it dies. Within it, at all times, it contains its whole potential. It seems to be constantly in the process of change; yet at each state, at each moment, it is perfectly all right as it is.

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