Dear Spring,
You have so many things to teach me and I will always be a student to your wisdom. Your gentle simplicity and quiet majesty take my breath away. A message that both hope and growth come from being buried and taking root. A reminder of trust and the courage to keep faith, even when the light is hidden beneath the soil.
To the birdsong - every morning you awaken the world with the sweet melody of spring. Your song fills the air with joy and celebration; harmony and hope.
To the air - fresh and mild, you fill my lungs with earth’s sweet fragrance. Freshness anew in every breath. A reminder to breathe in rhythm with the breath of the wind.
To the blossoming trees and color filled flowers - barren, now blossomed. The reminder that all things blossom in harmony with the season. Even the dullness of barren branches transform to beauty and color. So, too, will my spirit and heart.
To the sun - shyly peaking from behind the clouds. I see you. Your light provides energy and strength, even to the smallest bud taking root. Through rain and clouds, your light prevails even if covered behind the gray - you were always there.
To the rain - your soothing cadence as you gently kiss the earth invite new rhythms in me. An inner quietude. A reminder that growth comes through all conditions and surrendering to each allows all to grow and prosper. To every seed buried underneath, you provide nourishment. No seed is forgotten. Filling the rivers and oceans, earth and soil. Every raindrop, one by one, has great impact.
To the soil - a sacred sanctuary for every seed. A safe place where each one gains the nutrients necessary to grow in its own unique beauty, color, and strength. The magic of the unknown. What will this seed become? Perhaps the soil and darkness feels lonely and scary at times, but this is the home from which all blossom. The home of resilience, courage, and the faith of what is to come. Without the soil, we cannot grow.
Dear Nature -
Thank you for your wisdom.
The wisdom that each element is a necessary contribution for growth to take place. That surrendering to, and harmonizing with the seasons is what brings all beauty to fruition. We need both the soil and solitude, the sun and the rain.
Nature teaches us that often times growth means slowing down and retreating into the soil. For it is in the sacred solitude that each one takes root. To let the rain nourish us knowing the light of the sun will always come back — for she never left to begin with. A reminder that even when we cannot see the sun hidden behind the clouds, or we feel hidden neath the soil, we learn to trust and hope along the way.
For truly, the soil allows us to emerge bravely, beautifully, with resilience and grace.
I am the seed.
And you are too.
Taking root to blossom.
Ask yourself:
In what area(s) of your life do you feel you are taking root?
In what area(s) do you feel things are coming to fruition?
Serenity and Love,
Colleen