In this poem we uses light, glass, and shadow to embody the miraculous clarity that emerges when we are truly present. The ordinary is the only place where the miraculous can hide." This poem, "How to Be Astonished by a Windowpane," is an invitation to pause. What have you overlooked today? Stop rushing past the grace. ☀️  #AstonishedByTheOrdinary #Contemplation #MindfulnessPoems #TheUnhurriedDay The secret is to not be looking for the spectacular, the news, the coast, or any view you’d label “worth it. Instead, choose a stillness near a pane where light is merely doing its work, a common, unadvertised afternoon. You will see how the dust, when held by sun, is suddenly an unmapped galaxy, a silent, shifting, golden cloud. You will see the shadow of a wire that does not waver, a thin, perfect line cast across the table’s grain. The ordinary is the only place where the miraculous can hide. It waits inside the steam of coffee, in the tiny, geometric crack that runs through ...

 🕊️ A poem about untethering from urgency and reclaiming soft time The Snap We Didn’t Hear The tether to the tower broke with only a soft, cotton snap. We hadn't noticed the taut wire, the line that ran from wrist to clock, from breath to inbox, tight and thin— until the moment it gave up. The greatest freedom we can claim is simply the one we do not schedule." Dive into "The Hour We Left Unscheduled," a poem from 'The Unhurried Day' chapter, and discover the peace that comes when you let go of the clock's demands. ✨  #TheHourWeLeftUnscheduled #SlowLivingPoetry #UntetherYourSoul #MindfulMoments The World Spun Without Us And nothing shattered. The sky held, the bills still slept upon the counter. The world, convinced we owed it speed, spun on without our anxious hurry. Becoming the Lifted Anchor We learned to be the anchor lifted, a small boat drifting on its name, with only wind for destination. No longitude, no urgent bearing, just sun that warmed the q...

   🍯 A love letter to softness, patience, and the sweetness of waiting A soft ode to love delayed, but not diminished. Savoring the slow, golden moments of life. Time flows not as a river, but as a sweet, unhurried stream in a vibrant, peaceful world. 🌙 The Night That Was Meant to Be My love,   Tonight was meant to be ours—   a quiet unfolding,   your voice in the hush between my thoughts,   your presence brushing against the edges of my day.   🌊Currents We Didn’t Choose I understand things shifted.   Life has its own tides,   and sometimes we’re pulled by currents we didn’t choose.   Still, I miss you.   Not just the plan,   🧡Holding Space, Softly but the way you make time feel like honey—   slow, golden, sweet.   So I’ll hold space for us,   for the next time,   for the warmth that waits.   And when you’re ready, ...