There is such strength and beauty in Maya Angelou's And Still I Rise poem. Even more when you hear the words from Angelou herself. I love her smile and fierceness.
In my own voice, how I feel about my own version of RISE(ing) as a reflection on the last few years of my introspective journey. Photos from my recent trip to Kripalu.
RISE(ing)
lightbulb
glue,
or better yet a magnet.
lighting intuition
meeting challenge
calling in manifestation
loving-kindness
trowel & rake
seeds
soil, sun & rain
growing, reaching
rooting creating strength
nourishing, cultivating
learning, abiding, listening, observing
harvesting, sharing
space for fallow time
regenerating with the fertilizer of wisdom
r.e.p.e.a.t.
