The cool wind blew in my face
and all at once
I felt I had shed dullness from myself.
The birds were singing.
It was spring.
Burl Ives
On small slips of paper, I have written down all of the 'shoulds' in my life (I should attend ... I should call ...) and placed them in a small brown paper bag. I went out to the garden and buried the sack below the rich garden soil.
There is newly found freedom in letting these 'shoulds' go. A heaviness has been lifted and I excitedly wonder how my life will grow. I want it to unfold without structure or obligations, to just gently flow.
I long for Spirit to move me through the mysteries of nature and into the creative silence I have known as bliss. During the day, I will wait in the white wicker rocker with sunshine on my face. I will linger on the porch swing of the evening, watching as the moon slowly glides across the sky. Even in dream time, I will maintain an awareness for the new beginnings of spring.
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