Discover how mindful movement — walking, stretching, breathing — can calm the mind, heal the brain, and deepen presence. Movement isn’t just exercise. It’s meditation in motion.
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Discover how mindful movement — walking, stretching, breathing — can calm the mind, heal the brain, and deepen presence. Movement isn’t just exercise. It’s meditation in motion.
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“When love has fused and mingled two beings in a sacred and angelic unity, the secret of life has been discovered so far as they are concerned; they are no longer anything more than the two boundaries of the same destiny; they are no longer anything but the two wings of the same spirit. Love, soar.” ~ Victor Hugo
It is not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit. ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
The Spirit of Love came down upon the earth,
He came full-breath’d and strong,
And ever as he went a glorious birth
Grew forth in flowers and song.
The trees burst into buds, and in all love
Shook forth their morning hymn,
While the white clouds kept silent watch above,
Like veilëd cherubim.
The populous birds from out their leafy bound
Made music everywhere,
And shook with thrills of modulated sound
The rich and balmy air.
The brooklet, silent for a weary time,
Broke into gush and flow,
And sang, as poets sing their first sweet rhyme,
Its pæan soft and low.
The flowers came forth and spread, in meek surprise,
Their hues of varied tone,
And gave, full-hearted, to the happy skies
An incense all their own.
A murmur like a fairy’s song went through
The earth’s life-heaving breast;
Then sank away, as all such murmurs do,
In ecstacies of rest.
So where that Spirit stood, in holy mirth—
By wood, or hill, or stream—
A smile, as if the sky had fallen to earth,
Woke up with angel beam.
And in that smile the leaves and flowers took part,
To make earth sweet and fair.
O Spirit of Love! come thou into my heart
And make all blossom there.
Give me a spirit that on this life’s rough sea
Loves to have his sails filled with a lusty wind
Even till his sailyards tremble, his masts crack,
And his rapt ship runs on her side so low
That she drinks water, and her keel ploughs air;
There is no danger to a man that knows
What life and death is, – there is no law
Exceeds his knowledge: neither is it lawful
That he should stoop to any other law.
I Am That
Julian of Norwich
I am that.
I am that which is highest.
I am that which is lowest.
I am that which is All.