Rest

Most days when I wake I hit the floor moving, doing, working.. I like this about myself and my life. I feel engaged with my life when I am busy with good things. I feel like my life has purpose when I am doing. And I am thankful for the moments of pause and wonder in a life filled with so much. Today though, it's cloudy.. and the garden is still for moment in its growing. The bee balm has opened, the tendrils on the cucumbers know where to wrap themselves, the beans are picked, and the nasturtiums stretch. This morning, I rest. I drink my coffee, watch my bird friends, and lazily knit a sweater for the fall that will soon follow today's arrival of summer. 

Happy SummerSolstice

Shasta

This flower is perfectly imperfect and yet when you walk by it unless you are looking for the imperfections you simply don't see them.. only the beauty stands out..

Precious Light

I woke to tears this morning. My own tears. I had no reason to cry and yet, they flowed.. I don't know if they were happy tears or sad tears.. it doesn't even matter.  When I left for camp this morning I turned to face this path. I have walked this path all of my life as this road has always been the road we used to enter the woods even as a child.  Looking upon it, the trees held drops of rain that sparkled like the tears held in my eyes.   Poison ivy and muscadine now grows over my old road as it should.. I realized in this moment like much of my life, this path has been retired.  There is a new path before me. A less worn down road. A place of adventure and possibility. Fare the well old road may you live held in the past..

Unfiltered

I broke up with my life a year ago in May and decided to actually live the life and be the person I wanted to be and do the things I said I wanted to be doing. This meant walking away from a lot. This meant embracing loneliness and fear. It meant getting really quiet with myself and asking what do I want. Honestly, I had to figure out who I even was. I had been doing, saying, and being some kind of imposter in this body just to be some other cliche of 'normal'. Today, I have a truly deep sense of what it means to be silent and let things unfold. I have a pretty good idea who my true friends are and I have a different outlook on what community means. And best of all? I know who I am and what I want. I know my happy place and when I hear my inner voice singing it's song.. I know to sit and listen..