Sacred

Six thirty nine

This morning’s rising light

One moment beautifully reflected in effortless ease

Sacred, honored in each breath

This.

The life I please

~Alisa Hutton

Tethered

Tethered in breath to the morning dawn

My intentions released

Puro amore

Vita pura

Breathing in both

My heart knows where they belong

~Alisa Hutton

Harvest Moon

A quiet evening by the ocean

Just the two of us

As I sit alone, her reflection on the water keeps me company

Her colors, dancing in the tidal pull

Illuminating intentions, my mindful heart

My offering

Gratitude

The only seeds I wish to grow

Harvest Moon

Guiding with her evening glow

~Alisa Hutton

Now

Placed before me, moments

Greeting each with gratitude

Even the uncomfortable and unknown

Inhaling, a note is left to seed

Exhaling, a note is left to seed

Growing the same message; now is joy

My heart is my only home

It is full of sunshine and abundant bloom

My mind simply there to gently remind me to always go back to where I belong

This morning resting in myself

Love called me back home

~Alisa Hutton

5AM

Morning meditation

Allowing breath in and beautiful intentions out

Grateful in chime my eyes open, my spirit rooted in true

Beautiful impermanence noted in each moment

Gentle reminders

Vulnerability the gift we offer even when the day feels long

Authenticity a strength

Love and kindness are what I choose and where I belong

The taste of sweetness, an open honesty that lives in my heart

Genuine acceptance and the ceremonial wash of all that I feel

Morning mediation

Welcomes the day and that which is real

~Alisa Hutton

My Sunday Home

A good book

The scent of morning coffee

Silence in my space, a peace I love and know

Meditation with my chest pulled back, reminding me to keep my heart fully open

Clarity of the heart in mindful simplicity

Expanding and contracting my soul, felt deeply in my bones

Breathing in to my core, settled in who and what I feel and know

The sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze and the early morning giggles of my little boy

Sitting in love on Sunday morning

The simple picture of my life and the seeds I have tenderly sown

~Alisa Hutton

September

A quiet morning, my hearts adoration

Waking up without rush or noise

Lazily stretching and able to hear only that which speaks to my soul

In bend and cover I had borrowed time months ago, knowing life’s clutter would run its eventual course

September assuring space where I would once again feel whole

Knowing the season to come would bring me back to the place I love and know

In perfect silence all that spoke was my breathing and stillness in my core

September arrived, such beauty in coming home

Bitter sweet, the quiet sprinkled a sadness

Without you beside me, deeply breathing in the peace of a new morning

How my heart wished in that moment it could have been shared and known

~Alisa Hutton