How I Remember to Breathe on any Average Tuesday (after listening to the news)

Music, like water, flowing across hot,
swollen, worries.

A single pale pink Astilbe blossom
in an antique bottle.

Leaf shadow dappling fingers and keyboard,
my focus breaking into
one hundred light and shadow
pieces of delight.

A long drink of cool water.

Walking to the end of the sidewalk
at the end of the day and suddenly
swimming in the scent of extravagantly
blooming honeysuckle vine.

Thinking about the mystery of
cuttlefish and fireflies.

Wren song sung
from the swaying basket of
purple and yellow petunias.

Coffee with exultant amounts of cream.

An orange and white cat remembering
his wild roots, hidden in dappled
shadows among blue-flowered Spiderwort.

The honey and sunlight scent
of fresh Lemon Balm leaves.

A frothy peony blossom
just dropping its first petal.

The warmth of my hand resting over my heart.


I’m Tracie Nichols, M.A. I guide edge-walking women through the wild and unpredictable borderlands of deep growth and change. I especially love supporting highly sensitive, intuitive and body-wise women who are creating businesses of their own. I’m a business and life coach, aromatherapist, poet and rebel crone.

You can find me on my website, Instagram and Facebook.

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