When I go out on my morning walk now, there is lots of birdsong.
The birds are beginning to stir.
What is stirring in you?
Hope
I sketched these Snowbells just after they came up this year.
These bulbs amaze and delight me, because to me, they are little beacons of hope.
They come up in February and subject themselves to all kinds of weather: blizzards, fierce winds, snow and ice, and they still survive, year after year.
They are evidence that Spring is on its way.
What gives you hope?
Surprises
As I began my walk, all I could think of was what a dreary day it was.
Within a couple of minutes, I was walking by the pond, and these swirling patterns in the ice caught my attention. Nature never ceases to amaze me with its beauty and unique moments.
What surprises are waiting for you today?
The First Step
“Traveler, there is no path. Paths are made by walking.” Antonio Machado
I love this quote because it reminds me that we don’t need to see the whole path before we take our first step.
What first step is waiting to be taken, in your life?
Waiting
My neighbors keep honeybees, and the bees are waiting right now, inside the hives.
They are waiting for the warmth of Spring, when they will go out of the hives and begin their work of gathering pollen and nectar.
What are you waiting for?
Quiet and Stillness
As I stood outside sketching, it began to snow.
The world became quiet, as it does when the falling snow muffles everything.
I was being invited to quiet, and stillness.
What are you being invited to?
The Goddess Tree
This is the Goddess Tree.
We call her that because she is a majestic Walnut tree, easily the tallest and largest tree presence on our five acre property.
When I look at her, she reminds me to take a grounding and centering breath.
What grounds and centers you?
Your Valentine to Your True Self
On February 14, we think of all the people we love. It’s a wonderful opportunity to send them love from our hearts.
I’ve been thinking lately how delicious it would be if we sent some love to our own true selves on Valentine’s Day.
Download my free Valentine for My True Self here.
And, much love to you on Valentine’s Day,
Lynne
The Way Home
A few days ago, I saw this fungus at the edge of our pond. This is one of the many surprises of a mild winter this year.
It reminded me of a scallop shell.
Scallop shells are significant to pilgrims on their way to Santiago de Compostela, in Spain. The scallop shells symbolize the many ways, or routes, which all lead pilgrims “home” to Santiago. They are also commonly found as the wayfinding signs along each pilgrimage route, showing pilgrims the direction to go at critical junctions.
These shells also symbolize our own inner journey home, to our true selves, or spirit, or soul.
I loved seeing this symbol on my walk. Connection with Nature is one of my ways home to my true self. Nature shows us our own true nature. What Nature is, you are.
What are your ways home to your true self?
Dance of the Falling Yellow Leaves
I’m sitting on my screened porch, enjoying the first day this year when the air feels like fall.
The dry, cool air is noticeably different than the humid days of summer. I can literally feel the change in the air.
The thick humidity has been sucked out of the air, for the first time all summer, and the leaves and flowers are crisp and clear. Every leaf stands out now, instead of blending into a homogenous backdrop.
A brisk wind comes up and the dance of the falling yellow leaves begins.
There is a huge walnut tree in the back yard. We call it The Goddess Tree, because its presence is so dominating and feels so sacred. The strong presence of The Goddess Tree can be felt in every season, and in any kind of weather.
One day, every year, sometime in August, a wind arises and the air is filled with yellow leaves, dancing and drifting down from The Goddess Tree. The tree still looks green, but there are yellow leaves tucked in amongst the green ones, and they are ready to let go.
These kinds of days inspire me to jump into life, to re-engage at a fuller level. I can feel the passage of time in the wind. Life feels more precious on days like this, and I feel more alive.
It’s like life isn’t just sauntering lazily along, and it certainly isn’t pausing to give me time to catch up.
The dance of the falling yellow leaves heralds a different, more changeable rhythm of life. It is so very different from the slow, relaxed days of summertime.
I need to quicken my step, to keep in time, to sense the rhythm of the change, and embrace it.
These days dare me to come more alive. It is not just an invitation; it is a dare.
In this dance, all of life is a demand to wake up.
What do you want to wake up to?
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