Amy Secrist

Tag: comfort

  • Oasis

    See control’s mirage leading us trekking, crawling, grasping the course ground through dry, gritty heat. Throw out your arms. Cross the bridge to trust, to faith, to hope, to letting go, to releasing, to receiving, to believing. Take child’s pose and crawl into the arms of God’s cradle.

  • My Two-Year-Old Says

    More than fifty times “I love you,” though the day is not near done. More than fifty times “I love you, too,” before the sinking, setting sun.

  • Even More

    A wise friend has said, “Yoga is a fine fuel;” it keeps us going, sometimes for ages, past our last practice. Indeed, it is the repetition of the little movements and breaths of our days that come back to us when we’ve nothing left to give – it is the cardinal’s red flash across our…