Grain

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My heart was reminded of love this morning, perspective

Little grains of hurt scattered on an open shore

Hurt is nothing more than a single particle of sand, insignificant to the whole

Standing back with a broadened lens we can see the ocean, open sky and so much more

Love always has perspective and courage

If it doesn’t

Maybe it is just another grain on your shore

~Alisa Hutton

Sunday Morning

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Sunday

Seemingly a day where life is always felt more

Clarified feelings while sitting in a deeply felt rest and warmth

Fragrances of morning routine and peaceful wake quietly stored

Perhaps heightened by tradition, this is the day I was taught to worship all that is special and extend love to whom my heart adores

On Sunday I gently know

As if upon waking I am wrapped in a warm blanket for my soul

A simple wish to share morning coffee and hold sacred that to which I feel for you

This Sunday morning

I am reminded of my quiet truth

~Alisa Hutton

Pause

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The human business of mindfulness such a curious thing

With every breath individual moments of thought and emotion

Little pangs that rattle and tap at my conscience heart

Enter and exit with kindness regardless of felt pleasure or pain

Not mine to edit, simply notice

In my quiet

The judge, the jury and the critic no longer speaking with such volume and in disruptive ways

Creating space the waves now able to reach my shore

Sitting by the ocean I am reminded,

What was lost to the noise of my spirit and mind

Now seems so effortlessly found

In my pauses, in clarified silent ways

I find myself breathing the simple nature of missing you in my days

~Alisa Hutton

All I Own

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Floating through me freely

Deeply felt emotions greeted as objects of curiosity

My heart is the tithing I offer and the most valuable thing I own

Words run through my subconscious reminding me

Be mindful and loving

We are all walking each other home

I wonder what possibilities we design

When it comes to our heart is there ever a right or wrong

Perhaps tasting one another’s bitter and sweet proportions with open nature is truly what makes us whole

Softening our lines just a little, maybe our hearts have a chance to walk through unexplored doors

Floating through me freely I gently understood

Love is all I wish to grow

~Alisa Hutton

Now

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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

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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