Not This Sunday, Sweet Ones
No zoom call this weekend. It didn't ... feel right.
Dear ones,
Last week, I sent out a note with an invitation to gather on Zoom this Sunday, the 27th. But as the days passed, I could feel it—that soft tug in the opposite direction.
It’s not what wants to happen.
Only one soul replied (you know who you are—and I adore you). If you'd like to have a phone chat or meet for lunch next time you’re in town, my heart is a yes.
But the Zoom? Not this time.
Right now, it feels like what we need is less showing up to screens and more room to breathe. Fewer boxes on the calendar. More sky.
When something new is ready to be born—when a class or circle or moment ripens—I’ll send out another note, and you’ll know it’s time.
Until then, stay spacious. Stay soft. Stay wildly, wonderfully un-booked. And if you feel like listening to my voice, guiding you through the Grace Field, I’ll be dropping the next module of Sacred Pause: The Reflection Work early Saturday morning.
All the love.
All the blessings.
And this beautiful photo.
Imagine yourself sitting by the lake. Sweatshirt on.
Feel the warm (but a little cool) spring air brush against your skin.
Listen to the ripples splash gently below the dock.
Mmmmmm….
Amy
xxoo
I've finally learned to honor my inner voice and be sit in solitude when it calls. I think i may have learned that from you... following the rhythms of our own nature. I will wait until the time is ripe. Sending you love, always.
Beautiful to read this dear Amy, I too have found myself changing plans to host my own Zoom groups, giving myself more space, more sky, more time with books - even though it feels hard to let go. Sending love and and gentle ease xx