The Inevitability of Spring

Spring never happens in a straight line.

It begins, but inevitably, at some point, there is a step back.

In that moment, the world dozes off for a while.

This is pause without defeat. 

An inbreath. 

Year after year, nature always finds her way to spring.

Regardless of how many steps back she encounters along the way.

Spring will not be denied.

It persists and it will always win.

Every year. 

No matter how deep the spring snow. 

In a world of flux and change and shifting ground, spring is inevitable.

And it will never let you down.
You can rely on it.

The Meditation of Blue

Blue is the language of the sky. 

Blue is what waits for us, on the other side of clouds.

Quiet. Peace. Endless expanse.

All you need to do is look up. 

The Planet Speaks

This begins with a question:

if the planet we live on had something to tell us....how would she say it?

Spring has a voice: the sound of birdsong, the colour green that erupts from every crevice.

But what if the planet herself had something to say.

Something she wanted us to hear. 

How would she say it?

It is a large leap of imagination to imagine that the virus we are currently facing could be the planet trying to tell us something. 

What if, instead of reacting in fear, we just pause for a moment and listen:

Here are some ideas of what she might be trying to say:

Slow down.

Turn inward.

Focus on what is really important: your health, your community, your loved ones. 

Your mental well being and creativity are sacrosanct.

Reprioritize your life based on these things.

Put other people's safety ahead of your frivilous enjoyment.

Care for your vulnerable.

Protect your weak.

Your own basic needs are simple: food, water, shelter. 

Tend to those and then open yourself to the vast richness of time and space:

Let your mind free to take you to new and unknown places.

Tap into the depth of who you are and what you can do.

Imagine, if only for a moment, that the planet we live on allows our continuance because she wants us here. That she works diligently to maintain the necessary balances to support our life and the continuance of our species. 

What if she has our best interests at heart?
Always.

It's worth imagining. 

The Individuality of Trees

Trees are a tribe.

A collection of individuals connected through their roots.

Living side by side through the seasons. Weathering all manner of storms.

Their legacy is air, food, shade and shelter. 

Their bark is like skin: weathered, worn, individual.

Most trees are scarred and torn. Their branches are often twisted and pulled.

They resist perfection. 

And yet, each one is perfect. 

No two are alike.

I find myself wanting to know their stories. 

Their history. It is written in the texture of their bark, but I do not yet know the language of trees.

All of these trees co-exist quietly together in the same forest.

We have a lot to learn from trees.

Thought

"To perceive the world is also to perceive the world perceiving you"

I wonder how mushrooms view the world?