Amy Secrist

Tag: being loved

  • Filling the Vase

    I used to stand in our galley kitchen, feet planted in tadasana, peeling the tough skin from grapes and cutting the pulp into quarters, and I marveled at my blessings. Today I stand in the same kitchen, haphazardly in tadasana, making quesadillas baking cookies while the babe pops in from the yard with dandelions and clover for my vase,…

  • Every Day

    Choosing joy must be like breath, constant, necessary. So, a thousand times I love you, a thousand times I love you, too.

  • Being Loved

    Being loved is like this: “I love you, Mom,” and like this: “Arrrhgrrh!  You never let me do anything!” and like this: “Mom, I don’t ever want you to die.” Being loved is like wind off the ocean, harsh and constant, invigorating and powerfully wild.