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Showing posts with label Jessica Harrelson; Easter; Spring; Light; Begin Again;. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jessica Harrelson; Easter; Spring; Light; Begin Again;. Show all posts

Sunday, March 31, 2024

Ascension in Spring




"Spring adds new life and new joy to all that is."
Jessica Harrelson

Spring calls to us to come out of our hibernation with a willingness to release excess heaviness. It is time to come up out of the dark, reaching for more light.  There seems to be an awareness of no longer wanting to wait and a desire for new beginnings. We may even feel the nudging of the seeds we carefully planted months ago.

Contrary to the winter tones of black and white, spring escorts vibrant colors for all of us to see. Our minds may become pregnant with new thought, while our body stretches for active movement. Spiritually, we may request faith to escalate us from the worst case scenario to a new thriving life.

The grass turns green, buds pop out, and even the breeze is more fragrant. The shift in season calls to us to be outdoors which connects us with all things. As we are comforted by the essence of Spring, we find it to be easier to communicate with spirit guides, those who have passed, and especially with our most inner thoughts.




 

Sunday, April 4, 2021

Creating Another Beginning




"Spring adds new life and new joy to all that is."
Jessica Harrelson 

The word light has been a constant in my life continuously expanding and contracting. The shape of light can be as small as a wick in a candle or as broad as the light of Christ.  Through my love for nature, I have experienced the variances of air, fire, water and earth, just as I have through my love of Christ.

My concept of light has grown to embrace all of the Universe whether we call it God or Spirit.  Light is in each person and every object.  On Easter, we gather to celebrate new life which is congruent with the new beginnings of spring.

It is my wish that within each of us, new little sprouts of thought are budding.  As our heart hears whispers, I hope we can sense variances of color,  and imagine individual fragrances.  May we grow gardens within for desperately needed quiet times. Perhaps we can experience all of nature as one, creating another beginning.