Be As You Are

My heart unearthed is extraordinary.
It is ripe as the full moon hanging heavily in the night sky.

Years ago, on such a night, I'm reminded of
the sturdy oar dipping softly into the lake.

Soft, sparkly illuminations cresting and falling under the projection of that moon.
Canoe following it's path in the water
and
the crickets singing us surely toward shore.

I was not alone.
And now I carry with me always the moon, the lake, the crickets.

The breath is a powerful tool.

Breathe in--

be filled with beauty and peace.

Breathe out--

soften and allow.

March 1st

Yesterday, March 1st, nearly 6pm,
as my car journeyed north toward home
I gazed at the soft blue of the sky,
the peaks of the foothills, towering mountains behind
and realized
it's not dark out!

Then, a thought--
is this the first day the light of day is longer
or
am I just noticing for the first time today?

Winter Solitude

 

Just outside my backdoor

is an all-encompassing quiet

that wraps it's arms around me.

Softly, gently,

reminding me of the gifts of each moment--

the unexpected scent of balsam when no pines are in sight,

slumbering trees wearing a coat of white,

a sparkling snowflake all star-shaped and happy.

Winter's abyss can be lonely,

I'm grateful for the reminder,

of such peaceful bliss that waits for me

each day if I just pay attention.

The river does what it's supposed to do. It follows the path predetermined for it. There is no resistance. No complaints.

It winds it's way around bends.Swishes and sways to it's own special rhythm. Jumps cliffs if it needs to just to be embraced by the earth once again.

It does all of this with faith, listening to it's true nature. No fear, no second guessing, no worries.  Then true acceptance as it encounters the sea.

How wonderful to live as a river.

Be Colorful

Something I hope to do today...and everyday!

  I made this with magazine scraps (as I love to collage with magazines!) on a piece of printed card stock. So easy and I love how colorful it is.

"Be Here Now"

An unbelievably amazing view from the 'burbs on New Year's morning. I'm gazing west at the Front Range and thinking, "What an amazing way to start a new year!" Reflectively, now that I'm not actually in that moment, but merely looking at a photo of what once was, I'm pondering the frontier of possibilities that lay before me.

It's fairly often, I'm not able to be right where I am with feet firmly planted to the earth below me. I'm always thinking ahead. Always imagining my future in the place where I originally came from. Both places are so different from each other. I haven't given this new place (which really isn't that new anymore) a chance.

I long for what was and neglect where I am right now. It's time for me to be present--really present, here and now. It doesn't mean that I don't love where I came from. And, eventually, I'm sure I'll go back to that beloved land. But I want to be open to all the moments of now. I want to feel the soil on my fingers; experience the open land and the caress of this forest; the generosity and acceptance of the beings who surround me; and be a part of the spirit of this inspiring, intellectual community.

I won't be an island anymore. It no longer serves a purpose. As for the past--it will always be inside me, creating who I evolve to be, never too far away and tenderly awaiting my return.