Sora Garrett

It started with an empty box and a 5 minute activity: find 10 ‘treasures’ that we may be ready to let go during our Find Your Simple group clearing session.

As I walked through the rooms of my mostly clutter-free home, all I could see were rocks.

Seriously.

Painted rocks. Crystals. Cairns. Fossils & precious stone collections. Bowls of rocks awaiting my paint pens.

When you start to crack open, don’t waste a moment gathering your Old Self up into something like you knew before.Let your New Self S P L A S H like S u n l i g h t into every dark place & laugh & cry & make sounds you never made & thank all that is holy for the Gift, because now you have no choice but to … Let all your LOVE spill out into the world. -Kai Skye

Gratitude is the golden thread that stitches all the pieces of life into something beautiful. -Sora G
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It’s the final day of 2022, and I’m thinking about endings.

The ending of a year is a simple turn of a calendar page, yet the world marks this passing of time with fireworks, celebrations, year-end rituals, and New Year resolutions.

“He was a bright star that crossed many horizons and imploded; like some meteor that entered an atmosphere too rarified to sustain. May the explosive force of his light lift our eyes. May the ferocious passion of his heart illuminate and move our own.”

I think that I shall never see,
a sight more lovely
than a dancing bee,
especially near my red popp’y.

And listen to that cacophony
of bees singing happily,
among the branches
of my buckthorne tree…

What’s a busy bee to do with all the mind clutter that comes from everyday living? It can be as simple as this…

The original meaning behind our special holy days can get lost in the clutter of commercialization & life’s daily busyness. How we choose to celebrate, or not, is what gives meaning to any given day.

A single bucket of water in one day? Even preparing to spend a single day with such a small ration of water has been humbling.

Do not be dismayed by the brokenness of the world.
All things break. And all things can be mended.
Not with time, as they say, but with intention.
So go. Love intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally.

The broken world waits in darkness for the Light that is you.

I’m quite sure that none of us would call Lynda a perfect angel, though most of her friends knew that she did, indeed, have wings. Glittery, transparent, playful, irreverent, spacious wings of love & friendship that glowed brightest when she laughed.