4 Quotes by Amy Masterman

I find sanctuaries when looking up and when looking down. A humble ochre leaf swimming in a puddle elicits as much awe from me as a soaring cathedral. One was built to evoke reverence; the other is quiet and humble, yet to me, both are achingly beautiful. In them, I see the divine light of warmth and love. I feel lifted, comforted. I appreciate their presence in my life, reminders that I am home everywhere I go.

Our bodies align with these rhythms of life in our footsteps (slow tiptoe or urgent stomp), the sleeping rise-fall breath of your baby on your chest, or a row of oak trees mirrored in a rippling lake. A butterfly’s wings flap every second—flapflapflap—to keep it free-floating through the sky, dipping now and again to kiss sweet flowers. Rhythms benefit from variety too; a gentle spring rainstorm turns dramatic with an unexpected thunderclap.

In spring, streams gush with frigid waters, and inspired songbirds wake before dawn. Trees come alive with buds that swell and crack open; cherry blossoms, magnolias, and dogwoods seek rays of sunlight that will coax them into full bloom. Green tips poke up from between the crumbling dried leaves of last fall, and the days slowly, slowly grow longer before evening darkness envelopes the subtly bustling earth. Your sleepy senses wake in tandem with spring, and your body craves new sensations.

When you savor life with your senses, every moment feels rich and meaningful. Think about how satisfying it feels to inhale the fresh scent of mown grass or slowly run your hand across a velvet pillow. These sensations are physically pleasurable, but they also provide opportunities for you to sync with your internal wisdom to help you create your ideal life.