The warming sun will come

Spring has sprung y’all. It seems like it happened over night. But I know it’s been months in the making. Everything lost its vibrancy after one last spectacular burst of color in the fall. The heaviness of what was no longer needed was set aside to give life to the next cycle. The dropped leaves become homes for burrowing bees and turn to sustaining food for the trees and plants. The last of the seeds fall from their mother’s arms. Under the heavy weight of snow, the seed babies retreat into the earth and find refuge in the darkness. The snow is an incubator of sorts, providing protection and a sense of safety in the darkness, creating the perfect environment for the bare seeds to weather the season. Then, the snow melts. The sun lolls in the sky for a little longer every day. The warmth eventually makes its way into the earth, gently calling the seeds to sprout and the roots back to action. The melting snow provides a deeply nourishing and invigorating drink for the reawakened plants. They remember what to do. Their time spent in dormancy gave them the much needed break to recoup, reassess, restore, and renew. They come back with as much vigor and purpose as ever before. Bigger and stronger, yet without force. In perfect alignment with Big Mama’s directions.

I see my life reflected in nature and I gleam with such delight! Watching nature reminds me I’m not alone and that I’m right on time. I have the eternal support of Mother Nature. We evolved from millions of years of living in harmony with her. We were never meant to be DOING all the time, year round. I hear people say, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’ve just been such a hermit this winter.” And I want to hug them, to take them by the hand and show them what the trees and plants and animals are doing. We aren’t separate from nature. Give yourself grace when you enter the darkness. You’re shedding the dead weight, dropping seeds to be nourished by the release of what no longer serves. Give yourself time and space to draw in, to access your corest of cores, and be with that inner guidance. You’ll come out the other side with more certainty in who you are and you’ll be able to trust your strength, your purpose, yourself! Without dark, there can be no light. The warming sun will come, honey. I promise.

Feeling free

What does being free look like to you? I'm not talking politically here. I'm talking about in your own, every day life. What does freedom feel like to you? When I sit silently and listen to what's happening inside my mind and my body, I eventually come to a point of silence. Eventually being the key word; it does not come easily or without releasing some fits of emotion. But when that silence finally hits, it's deafening. Silence is freeing, for me. I can finally feel what is truest to me, my Self. Your body can't lie to you. It literally doesn't know how. We can override our minds, but we can't override how the unfaithfulness to our values is stored in the body. Eventually our bodies will give away under the stress, the fake pretenses, the lying and pretending. It may manifest as an actual illness. It may manifest as a constant, nagging pain that eventually screams and beats you up (hello, lower back pain). 

When I envision being free, it feels like sitting in an open field of green grass, glittering gold in the sunlight. I can hear the whooshing as the wind gently grazes my face and rustles the blades through the valley. And the smells! Everything smells so fresh, so intensely fresh. There are no man-made structures in sight, no sounds besides those of birds and trees and wind and bees. I am alone in nature. I am nature. A reminder of union that I so desperately need right now. I am not separate. I am a child of the divine. The one who made everything around me also made me. 

Today, for just five minutes, sit down and close your eyes. Do not hold your phone. Don't even have your phone close to you. Get comfy on the floor or in a chair. Tailbone roots to earth. Crown of head lengthens towards ceiling. Breathe. Can you feel it? That breath is YOUR truth. Notice where it sticks. Notice where it feels tight and not smooth. Then see where you can soften. Are the shoulders by the ears? Gently release them. Is the skin across your forehead scrunched? Release it. Bring awareness to the breath once more. The coolness of the inhale, warmth of the exhale. Your breath brings life to your cells. Every tissue, every organ, every system in your body is working to keep you here, alive. You are made of strength. You are made of life. You are made of love. Feel it. You are love.