Amy Secrist

Tag: spring

  • It is Time

    It is Time

    Dear Yoga Friends, Each of our days holds twenty-four precious hours, and depending on our circumstances, those hours either drag on endlessly or rush past us on bird wing.  I have a wonderful poet friend who once told me that she simply could not carve out time to write anymore; instead, she had to “take a machete” to her days…

  • Soft Ground

    It’s delicate, the egg and womb, the egg and nest, the egg and the world. I’m walking on Spring’s soft ground, a long thought, winding through broken light, sweeping over blue sky, living in God’s big love.

  • Fluttering Life

    I see the water-filled sky and its broken light; I see its clouds, swept milky-white. We’re practicing looking up, looking out and up rather than forward and down, and it’s working, the veil I’m almost seeing through is a fluttering life lived imperfectly within the vastness of God’s big heart.