Mother Nature's Gift of Connection

February 2, 2025 Amy Childers

On those days when loss - in all its forms and disguises - is confusing

Make sure you find beauty, hope, and faith to guide your very being

Hold on to what is good and pure and authentic

Etch it all into your heart

Take breaks, breathe, and stretch

Immerse yourself in nature

Howl at the moon; soak in the moonshine

Sit on your rooftop

And gaze at the colors of the sun’s ritual

As she kisses the day goodnight, ushering in her lunar friend - full of calm and intuition

Pray

Meditate

Believe

Wonder

Allow the emergence of laughter and tears

As you give birth to an authenticity much greater than you

Then – Be Still

Be Still

The Heart Speaks

November 22, 2023 Amy Childers

***Sunrise at the Rio Grande, Lone Juniper Campground, Carson, New Mexico***

“A few days before, with each labored breath, she was losing her faith until it found her. And then she remembered that the highest level of faith is trust: in hope, in revival, in a power higher than herself. And finally, with an exhale and a smile – and salty tears, she closed her eyes and felt the earth’s harmonious vibrations – from the Nambé Pueblo Native Americans she worshipped with just a month earlier to the echo of her children’s laughter from years ago…”

Testament of a Healing Soul

July 4, 2023 Amy Childers

May you allow your broken heart to burst open into a thousand shattered pieces,
Pick them up one by one along that dark weary path of uncertainty, love, life and loss
And trust – that the illuminating moonlight who relies on the sun for reflection
Will help you reinvent yourself into a mural of healing and peace
May that ache in your bones and quiver on your lips be still in time
Allow it all …

Happy Birthday Sweet Boy

June 16, 2022 Amy Childers

Loss and death rearrange us. They transport us forward and backward in time, sometimes in search of answers, other times in denial for a much-needed reprieve. Grief and pain oftentimes take us to another realm, and although needed, lets us eventually remember the here and now to help us heal and grow, even if it means sitting on the riverbank breathing in the new life of summer or allowing the wind to take our anguish out to sea in the crashing of the waves. Notice the blooming flower, the old, rooted tree, and the soar of the eagle, for they too have been broken yet live again.