“Your vision will become clear only when you look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”

~ Carl Jung

Monday, December 31, 2012

ACCEPTANCE My Word for 2013


December 31, 2012 – the last day of the year and the eve of a new beginning.  A time to reflect. 

  I started last year in a place of loss and uncertainty.  In January I chose the word Thrive as my word for the year.  It was my hope, not my reality as the year began.  Looking back I realize that I have come a long way; and, I can claim that I am thriving both personally and professionally.  It is interesting how this change in my life has occurred little by little, day by day.  Change I really hadn’t noticed and could have easily missed.  Change for which I am grateful. 

In thinking about selecting a word for 2013, the word that keeps coming to me is acceptance.  At first it just did not seem to fit, but I could not shake it.  This weekend I spent some time playing with paint, paper and glue.  Through my creative process, I allowed this word to speak its truth to my heart. 

The first piece was a mixed media canvas. It reminds me to let go and accept things as they are.  As I was working on it, I was reminded of an experience I had many years ago.  I was sitting on a rock in the middle of a little stream in the North Georgia mountains with a journal and a pencil in my hand.  As I sat surrounded by a beautiful scene and the peaceful sound of the water, the thought that came to me was that I often find myself swimming upstream as I go through my life.   If I allow myself to let go, I can use the energy swirling around me to carry me along on my journey rather than exhausting myself fighting against my life experiences.  Perhaps this year I can relax a little and allow myself to let go and accept my own process each day.  


Later in the weekend I worked on these art journal pages.  I like to think that I usually approach others in an accepting loving manner; however, in reality with the people that matter to me the most, the people  I love the most, I sometimes find myself feeling impatient and frustrated.  I find it difficult to allow them to find their way trusting in their own process.   So again, I am challenged to let go, accept things as they are, truly accepting and unconditionally loving  these wonderful people who are the greatest gifts in my life. 


“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.” 
 
Lao Tzu
 

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Worth the Wait




Heavenly Blue Morning Glories are among my favorite flowers.  Every spring somewhere around the 15th of April after the danger of frost, I plant seeds.  Now I am really not a seed kind of a girl.  I prefer full grown plants that will quickly come into their own in the garden, but it is hard to find Morning Glory plants and I do love them.  So, every year I plant the seeds at the base of an iron trellis that leads into my screen porch.  And then I wait.  I wait through the summer.  The little purple Morning Glories come up quickly and bloom with abandon.  And I wait.  Late in the summer I begin to wonder why I bother with planting the seeds.  Thoughts like “They aren’t going to bloom.  I shouldn’t bother planting them.  It’s no use, not worth it.” begin, as each weekend I look for them.

Sometime in September I begin to get a flower or two each weekend.  And then as October rolls around it is as if the Morning Glories know that their time is limited.  They’d better hurry.  Frost is coming. And so the show begins.  Next week we are expecting frost in the mountains of North Georgia.  This is likely the last weekend for Morning Glories.  It is as if they know. 

I have thought a lot about these little flowers this month.  My yearly experience with them mirrors my own experience in so many areas of my life.  I want the quick instantaneous pay off.  I don’t want to wait.  Recently my husband shared a news story about the Stanford Marshmallow Experiment (1972), conducted by Prof. Walter Mischel, at Stanford University, California.   Mischel and his researchers put a marshmallow in front of children and told them that if they would wait 20 minutes before eating it they could have two.  Most could not wait.  The researchers have followed these children and learned that the ones who could wait, who could delay gratification, became better adjusted, more dependable persons as they made their way through life.

I think I could have waited the 20 minutes for the marshmallow; but, maybe it’s only because marshmallows are not my favorites, unless of course they are coconut marshmallows roasted over a fire on a s’more made with Bahlsen Choco Leibniz dark chocolate cookies.  Definitely wouldn’t make the 20 minutes for that marshmallow.





I am grateful for the lesson from these beautiful flowers I love so much.  Some things are worth the effort and the wait.  

Monday, September 3, 2012

Make Me An Instrument of Peace



This weekend I finally started a new art journal.  I finished my last one in late June; and, in spite of having purchased a new one right away, for some reason I haven’t been able to make a page.  It hasn’t been a completely dry period when it comes to creativity.  I did do an altered book for my husband for our anniversary;  but, I haven’t blogged or art journaled.  I just haven’t felt like I had anything worthwhile to say or put on a journal page. 

Last week something I read made me think about the prayer of  St Francis  which has long been one of  my favorite prayers.  I love this prayer and I have tried to let it guide my life.  I am not always successful; but, when it comes to other people at least I make an effort.  What I realized last week is that it is equally important for me to be an instrument of peace in my own life.   I need to sow love, forgiveness, light, and hope in my own life when the darkness of  life fills my mind and heart.  So, this is my prayer that I might remember to be an instrument of peace in my own life as well as the lives of others. 

The Prayer of St. Francis

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
Where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled
as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Amen

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Marriage is a Verb


July and August have been really busy for me, full of family celebrations and vacation.  On July 29th my husband and I celebrated our 40th wedding anniversary.  40 years amazing!   I wanted to do something special for him to celebrate the wonderful life we have shared and the relationship we have worked hard to develop and maintain.  I decided to do an altered book full of pictures of our life together, art work and quotes about relationship. 

I love books.  I think I am the only one left in my family who still reads books in the ink and paper format.  Everyone else has gone electronic.  There is just something about holding a book in your hands; so, it is not surprising that I would love to take old discarded thrift store books and give them new life filled with paint, pretty paper, ink and glue.       
 



Here are a couple of my favorite pages from this book. 


I love this quote.  I think it applies to all relationships.  Relationships are all about action.  They are ever changing, requiring attention and work to thrive and flourish.   

















And this one is an expression of my gratitude for the warmth of my relationship with my husband, as well as, the warmth of family and home.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Creative Discovery





Today I finished the last pages in the art journal I started in January of this year.  What an amazing process this has been.  I am also approaching the one year anniversary of quitting my job.  It is no coincidence that my venture into the creative followed the loss of a long term job that was incredibly important to me.  It hurt.  The job searches, the resume preparation, agonizing over cover letters, the silences, the repeated rejections also hurt.  On the other hand, I suddenly had time.  Time to write.  Time to  paint, glue, play.  And so I did.  I painted.  I glued wonderful bits of paper, metal, and feathers.  I found words that spoke to my heart to add to the images that were coming from deep within my broken heart.  And slowly I healed.

I went to a seminar the other night about working with older folks with dementia.  The speaker suggested that when we see an elderly person with severe dementia, we can grieve what was and is no longer; or, we can accept what is and be in the present moment with the person.  From a place of acceptance, we can rejoice in the smile, the little moments of connection.   For me, I must do both.  I find the notion of not grieving what was an impossible suggestion.  Simply won't work for me; however, I can accept what is, rejoice in the blessings of the moment, while holding the sorrow of the losses.

This art journal is a record of my process of connecting with and processing my grief over changes in my life.  It is a visual record of my healing process.  It is filled with words and images that have risen from my heart to help heal my spirit.

I love this quote by Alan Alda.  It describes my process through this last year.  I have certainly left my place of comfort and wandered in the wilderness.  And I have found a wonderful new way to connect with myself, to discover my truth, to give my  heart a voice.  It has been a journey of discovery.  It is a journey I plan to continue.  I will paint, cut paper, pick up little treasures from the universe like feathers and pieces of discarded metal, find words that speak to my heart and glue them all together.  Why?  Because through this process of creating art journal pages and writing about my thoughts and feelings, I am not just creating art, more importantly, I  am also creating a better me.


The creative is the place where no one else has ever been.
You have to leave the city of your comfort
 and go into the wilderness of your intuition.
What you'll discover will be wonderful.
What you'll discover is yourself.
~Alan Alda

Monday, June 25, 2012

Play



It is a happy talent to know how to PLAY.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson






I spent pretty much all this past weekend playing.  I took a few short walks but for the most part I spent my time cutting paper, painting and gluing.  It was wonderful.  My mood going into the weekend was not the best; but, after spending the weekend solidly plugged into the right side of my brain, I feel wonderful!  I need to remember to make more time for play.  

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Breathe



This is the stream that runs along the back of our mountain property.  It is a tiny little spring fed branch; but, as I walk along its banks, its power to fill me with peace and to calm my spirit is mighty. 





I  go  to nature  to  be  soothed  and  healed, 
and to  have  my senses  put  in  order. 

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Falling into My Inkpot


I am working again.  Last week I saw my first client since I quit my job last July.   During the session my client was sharing her thoughts and feelings about  some very significant recent changes  in her life.  Changes she neither anticipated nor wanted.  She asked if one can feel grateful,  frustrated and angry at the same time. 

I can so relate to her confusion about her emotional reactions.   While I am grateful for having this opportunity to work, I have had a flood of other feelings as well.   One would think that after living with myself for 60 years I would not be surprised by the chaotic complexity and the intensity of my emotional reactions, but as usual I  have been.  I have felt joy, excitement about doing something I know I do well; but also, I have felt a rush of sadness and grief.  In connecting with my client, her grief reached in and touched my own.   Not surprising at all and yet, I wasn’t expecting it. 

Later in the week I came across this quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson:  “ I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I’m not afraid of falling into my inkpot.”   It so spoke to me.  Not because I am not afraid of allowing myself to dip into the depth of my well of dark emotions, but rather because I am so afraid of falling into the well of my grief and never coming out.  At this point in my life I have certainly had many opportunities to experience falling in and coming out, but still the depth and intensity of my grief scares me.  I like happy.  I cling to the belief that happily ever after is out there somewhere even though I know it isn’t.   

In reality, I am certain I don’t want happily ever after.  I spent a good bit of my early adulthood with my emotions numbed out to a dull gray – my happily ever after state.  While this saved me from the pain of my sorrow, it also cost me the full experience of my joy as well.  I worked hard to open myself up to my full experience and it is my intention to be as fully alive as I can be every day of this wonderful life I have been given.  Another quote that I love is by Kahlil Gibran.  He says “ The deeper that sorrow carves into your being,  the more joy you can contain.”  

Monday, June 4, 2012

I AM ME and I AM OKAY




Last week I went to a used book sale at the public library in my neighborhood.  There was an older gentleman straightening the piles of books.  As he worked he was steadily talking to himself.  When he noticed me standing near by, he looked embarrassed and apologized.  He said, "I guess if I am not answering myself, I am okay."  I laughed and reassured him there was not need to apologize.  I talk to myself all the time and I do answer myself.  
I also started reading Patti Digh's book Creativity is a Verb last week.  At the end of the first chapter she asks the reader to answer this question:  I am creative because .......  As I pondered this question I thought of the gentleman from the library.  I am creative because I need an outlet for all the stuff that is bouncing around in my head.  You see, I don't just talk to myself.  I have long involved philosophical debates in my head.  I obsess and over think everything.  Sometimes I feel like my head and my heart are going to explode.  Sometimes I drive myself  a little crazy.  Art journaling and writing slow the thoughts down and give me a way to share some of what I am thinking and feeling.  My introverted, intuitive, feeling way of being sometimes makes self expression challenging.   In fact, it sometimes makes me feel a little like an alien; but, I am trying to recognize the benefits and accept that who I am is a good thing.  I like what Virginia Satir has to say about this subject in this little essay:  
              
"I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.


   

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Lesson from a Two Year Old



Enthusiasm is one of the most powerful engines of success. 
When you do a thing, do it with all your might. 
Put your whole soul into it. Stamp it with your own personality. 
Be active, be energetic and faithful,
 and you will accomplish your object. 
Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.” 
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson





There is a small airport close to our home.  It has a playground, 
a restaurant and an observation area where you can sit and watch the planes landing and taking off.  It is one of our grandson Jackson's favorite places.  He loves airplanes and has since he was a baby.  Long before he could talk he would point to the sky anytime he could hear the sound of an aircraft overhead.  He quickly learned to differentiate the type of aircraft by the sound; and, airplane, helicopter, and jumbo jet airplane were early additions to his vocabulary.  His favorite toys include Jeremy the jumbo jet airplane and Harold the helicopter from the Thomas the Tank Engine series of toys.  














You could say that Jackson is passionate about airplanes.  Recently, his father took him to an air show and shot a video of his reactions to the planes.  These are shots from the video.  I love them!  There is no one better than a two and a half year old to show you how to live.















It is a shame that this enthusiastic, exuberant way of being that is so naturally a part of each of us is, so often, socialized out of us before we leave grade school.  We learn to be quiet, not make a fuss, and to color inside the lines.  






I love watching Jackson.  He is fully present in every experience.  His complete range of emotions is  available and fully expressed, be it joy, excitement, sadness, anger, frustration or anxiety.  This beautiful little boy is such a gift.  He knows how to live out loud and by example challenges all those who love him to live their lives to the fullest as well.  Thank you sweet boy for all the wonder you bring into our lives every day.  

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Gather Joy


There is so much in the world  for us all if we only have the eyes to see it, and the heart to love it, and the hand to gather it to ourselves.  ~L.M. Montgomery



I love this quote.  I truly believe this.  The world around us is full of amazing things for us if we will allow ourselves to be aware and to receive.  So many of the things that have the potential to give us joy are little things, little things that we can miss unless we awake up and notice.  All that is required is openness.  Look around and find the beauty – the joy.  Open our arms and receive.  Allow our hands and our hearts to be filled to overflowing.

Today, these are some of the things, some of the joy, I have gathered into my hands and heart:





 

This weekends wildflower Whorled Loosestrife                                                              



























The contrast of fragile flower 
         against stone


                 
                                        


                   The blue of  Morning Glories       




                                                                                                                                                






                                                                                                        






Red Geraniums
















  And the curve in the road to my home that reminds me to trust that my journey continues even though I can’t see around the bend,
                                                                    







What joy did you gather today?










Monday, May 14, 2012

Weekend Walk Arounds








This is one of my favorite times of the year.  In the mountains of North Georgia the mornings and evenings are cool enough for a fire in the fireplace on the porch; but, the warmth of the days has awakened the flowers in the garden and the wild flowers in the woods.













                                       
     On my weekend walks 
       over the last few weeks,  
       I have seen:



            and the hillsides are 
     painted  with cascades of pink 
               Rhododendron and 
                   Mountain Laurel.













The peace and beauty of these woods fills me with  a sense of wonder and gratitude; and, I am renewed by the vibrant energy of life displayed here.  

Monday, May 7, 2012

Shine



I have an on going struggle inside me between the "Who do you think you are?  No one is interested in what you think or create." side and the "This little light of mine I'm gonna let it shine" side of my self.  Recently I attended a conference on therapy and technology that reignited this debate.

The speaker was knowledgeable and interesting and shared lots of good information.  When he spoke about managing your online presence, a number of people in the room stated they would never have a facebook page or share any personal information online.  I have a facebook page and a blog.  I left feeling a little uncomfortable and wondering if I might be too self-disclosing.  As often happens, the various sides of this argument are coming at me from all directions.  Several of the blogs I follow have addressed this issue this  week.  I thought you  might find these perspectives interesting.  I did.

The first is from a daily meditation from the Henri Nouwen Society.  Henri Nouwen's books were life changing for me.  I read them a number of years ago, when I was beginning to recognize my struggle with perfectionism  and this over developed internal critic.  Here was a man who was obviously spiritual who wrote about his own struggles and openly shared his humanity.  His books helped me to realize that being spiritual was really about being an honest, authentic human being.  It was about sharing the good/the bad, the pretty/the ugly, the figured out squared away parts/the chaotic I haven't a clue parts. This is the meditation from April 29th:

Sunday April 29, 2012   

Making Our Lives Available to Others

One of the arguments we often use for not writing is this:   "I have nothing original to say.  Whatever I might say, someone else has already said it, and better than I will ever be able to."  This, however, is not a good argument for not writing.  Each human person is unique and original, and nobody has lived what we have lived.  Furthermore, what we have lived, we have lived not just for ourselves but for others as well.  Writing can be a very creative and invigorating way to make our lives available to ourselves and to others.

We have to trust that our stories deserve to be told.  We may discover that the better we tell our stories the better we will want to live them.

- Henri J. M. Nouwen 

More can be found at www.henrinouwen.org.




So, I have decided that I will continue to share my story and my art.  I will blog and post an occasional picture or thought on facebook.  Some people may think it isn't professional, or it is too much self-disclosure.  I know that for me both the process of creating art and writing and the sharing of my thoughts and feelings seems right.  I have lived too much of my life hiding out of fear of what others might think.  No more.  I know that telling my story is helping me live my story in a better, healthier way.  I am going to  listen to the wisdom of my two year old grandson Jack who has reminded me through the singing of one of his latest  favorite songs:  This Little Light of Mine I'm Gonna Let It Shine. 

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Roller Coaster Ride




I am an anomaly in a family of adrenaline junkies.  My son and daughter climb up sheer rock cliffs for fun.  My son and my husband love motorcycles.  My husband who is not a big man used to climb up on the backs of bulls as a hobby.  All of them plus my daughter-in-law love to shoot guns.  I don’t get any of it.

















I have an amazingly sensitive startle reflex.  I hate heights, sudden movements, and loud noises.  I am the person at the amusement park sitting on the bench looking slightly green, feeling dizzy and nauseated just watching the people I love hurl through space.  I wish I could say I am the Zen member of the family, but I think it is just that my fight or flight response is off the charts.





That said, the last two weeks have felt like a rollercoaster ride to me.  Several positive possibilities have arisen, not come through, followed by more possibilities.  Nothing has actually worked out yet, but maybe.  I have felt excited, appreciated, competent, frustrated, disappointed, and excited again.  Whew!








The most interesting part of all to me has been my response.  I have had the full range of sometimes intense emotions; however, I have taken it all in stride and not let the emotions of any one moment get set into a more lasting mood problem.  I have somehow stayed grounded in my center and just let it be.  I am actually letting my life unfold and maintaining a sort of curious detachment.  The word that best describes it for me is transcendence.  It feels good.  I like it; and, I hope I can hold on to it.  

Monday, April 16, 2012

Circle of Connection



Women have always had an intuitive awareness of our need for other women and have as a result gathered into groups or communities.  We often call our groups circles.  Our history is full of these circles.  Be they quilting circles, book clubs, or study groups, they have served the purpose of bringing us together often to accomplish some task or purpose;  but more importantly I think, they have brought us together to provide each other with  connection, support, loving validation, and encouragement  in our personal growth processes.

Recently I have thought a lot about the communities and circles that I have belonged to over the course of my life.  I often think about my connections to specific people in these communities with sadness over the losses of these relationships; but, I am finding my thinking on this is shifting.  I am accepting that loss is simply a part of this cycle of community.  

As human beings we share a need for connection and belonging.  On our life journey we meet many people and have opportunity to be a part of many different communities.  Many of these connections to others are temporary.  People bring their gifts into our lives and we into theirs for a season.  Each experience molds and shapes us providing opportunity for continued growth.  So, as I think about those whose lives have touched mine, I hope that I will be more aware of my gratitude for the gifts they have shared and less focused on the loss. 

As I think about community I am drawn to the symbol of the circle.  The circle represents unity, wholeness, inclusiveness.  It has no beginning or ending point.  Perhaps these communities, these circles, to which I have belonged also have no end.  They live on in my heart and mind and in the hearts and minds of all of their members.  Their gifts continue to be expressed in the lives of these members as they move forward on their journeys into new circles and communities and thus exponentially the gifts are shared.  It is possible that these connections I grieve are not losses at all; but, simply partings as we move forward down different paths.  There is a Chinese legend which suggests that we are connected to all those we are destined to meet by an invisible red thread.  Who knows, perhaps I am still connected to the people I am missing by  that invisible red thread of the Chinese legend; and, we may find ourselves traveling the same stretch of road on this grand adventure we call life again sometime in the future.



Saturday, April 7, 2012

Celebrating the Ordinary


This has been a week of ordinary days.  My days have been filled with routine daily tasks.   The week started with Sunday night dinner at my son’s house with all the family.  Sunday dinner together is a family tradition started shortly after my son and daughter left home.   I took my sweet two year old grandson Jack to and from daycare several times, having a wonderful time singing and dancing along with Elmo as we rode in the car.  Later after school, Jack and I blew on dandelion heads releasing the seeds to the wind.  We watched ants crawl through the grass and sang The Ants Go Marching One by One.   My daughter-in-law who is a personal trainer took me to the gym and put me through a challenging workout.  I spoke with my daughter, my sister, and several friends on the phone.  My husband and I had a date night dinner.  I completed several small tasks related to building my practice.  I cooked some meals, did some laundry, but there was nothing out of the ordinary in my week.  No major accomplishments.   No  major disappointments.  No drama. Nothing terribly exciting.



What a wonderful way to spend a week.  It reminded me how much I love the ordinary.  I love everything ordinary – blue skies, daisies and dandelions, day to day family life.   Our lives are filled with all kinds of days.  We have special events, holidays, celebrations, challenging days full of hardship and loss; but, most of our days are ordinary.    These ordinary days filled with routine daily activities involving those closest to us are so important and create the fabric of our existence.   They provide us with opportunities to strengthen our connections with those we love and opportunities to enjoy the beauty all around us that we so easily overlook.   So today I am celebrating the ordinary week that I have had and hoping for lots more ordinary days to come.


Monday, April 2, 2012

Wounded Heart


Our lives are filled with all kinds of experiences;  and, each of these experiences impacts our being.  The positive, fun, and loving experiences fill us with warmth and light, but what about the more difficult painful experiences in our lives.  I think we have choices to make when it comes to how we incorporate painful experiences into our process.  Of course we need to allow ourselves the opportunity to fully experience our pain without judgment.  We need time to grieve.  We need to find support and acceptance within ourselves and from others. 


But finally we come down to a heart choice.  Will I react to this painful experience in my life by closing off my heart in an attempt to protect myself from future pain?  Or will I allow the wounds in my heart to open up space for love to grow; and, as it grows, for that love to be released and shared with others?     My hope for myself is that bitterness will not find a place to take root in my heart, but rather that all of my experiences, both the joyful and the sorrowful, will create space in my wounded heart for love to grow. 

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

GRATITUDE



This week I have been thinking about one of my long-term patterns that causes me a good bit of pain and suffering.  I am an introvert by personality.  I love to be with people, but I also need a good bit of alone time to recharge.  Normally I can keep myself in pretty good balance with this dynamic; however, when I am down, I withdraw which of course aggravates my sadness and depression.    Add to this the fact that I love to be helpful to other people, but I do not like to ask for help.  I think I graciously receive unsolicited support, but asking, well that is another matter.  I don’t know if it is the acknowledgement of my neediness that I hate or the fear that I will ask and the help I seek will not be given.  Maybe it is a little of both.  



This past week my discomfort with my current situation got pretty intense.  Intense enough in fact for me to face this pattern head on.  I contacted a number of former colleagues and friends and asked them for help.  And amazingly enough many of them helped.  It was pretty wonderful.   I received the help I needed and some very encouraging supportive feedback as well.  Early last week I felt like my light had been extinguished, but it was certainly rekindled by the support and encouragement I received.



Interestingly enough, this really has been the case most of the times I have gotten to the point of asking for help in the past.    I wonder how many times it is going to take, how many positive experiences I’ll have to have, before I rewrite this belief in my head and heart.  I would like for today to be the first day of a new belief system.  Starting today I would like to believe in the people around me and to believe in myself.  I would like to live my life trusting in my own process, knowing that all is as it should be.       





At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark
from another person.  Each of us has cause to think
with deep gratitude of those who have lighted
                                                                                the flame within us.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Spring


Spring is officially here.  Spring, the time of renewal and rebirth.  Look around.  New life is everywhere, flowers are exploding, and every tree branch is tipped with soft delicate green leaves.  There is a constant hallelujah chorus of bird song.  On the bank of the lake in our neighborhood, a mother goose is sitting on her nest, waiting for her goslings to emerge from their eggs.












The world around me is coming to life.  The days are growing longer and their light and warmth call out to me.  





Spring is a time of change, a time filled with hope.  The abundance of Spring challenges  me to believe and move forward.
  




Sunday, March 18, 2012

Wearing of the Green







 Spring is in the air; and, the woods in North Georgia was definitely celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day with the wearing of the green this weekend.  Saturday was a wonderful day for a walk in the woods..

The oak leaf hydrangea leaves are just beginning to unfurl, revealing their beautiful soft green.
                      This little garden angel is cozy in her mossy coat.


                                 

                   Woodland sculpture created by the passing of time.







Soft carpet of moss at the base of a tree.





                                      Ferns pushing up delicate new fronds




The woods was wearing a few other colors as well.



I love this delicate little Rue Anemone.






  But, for me nothing shouts Spring like the pink of the Redbud  and the yellow of Forsythia


 Spring, a time of rebirth, a time for new beginnings after the stillness of the winter rest.