We are coasting into the dark of the moon, a time of endings and new beginnings. What do I want to end in my life?
Self doubt. Fear. Hanging on to the past, letting things and people go..not trusting myself.
What do I want to bring into my life?
Hope. Self assurance. More wisdom-or at least freeing up that wisdom inherent to myself..
How to accomplish this bucket list of monthly meanderings? Well, writing them down is a start. It sets the subconscious mind to thinking, considering...the intent to change, or make changes is always the first step. Next, make the intent to be open to new experiences, new people, try new things. Remain mindful of experiences, how they felt...
I picture a bud opening, or perhaps a flower....a spring cleanse for the soul...
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
The First Post
So here I am, in the beginning of a new season, with a new blog. Why? To explore the world, the things I love, faith and friendship...as a place not of this world-but connected by this vast thing called an internet...
The year is young, but growing-a child beginning to take her first steps. Everything is fresh, and new. As it is now, and always has been, and will be again...
The sun shines today, snow melts. Birds return from more Southerly climes as rivers and streams escape their normal boundaries with abandonment. Tiny buds push up, here and there in secret places not easily seen by human eyes, while the trees-great and small alike-begin to stretch their roots and wake up slowly, so slowly...
I feel like I am also waking up after a winter spent in introspection and much solitude. I have thrown open curtains, thrown out and cleaned up and straightened and rearranged-causing some consternation in my furry companions...I am attracted to spring colors-the new and delicate ones, delicate like the early spring. I have lightened my hair in reflection of lightening mood. My muse has also awakened with some new poetry, new drawings...
My eye is again delighted by art, by color and line and shading. I long to spend days at the museum, gorging on the work of Masters...
What does spring mean to others, I wonder? Do others feel their own sap rising, faces turning to the sun like daisies....
The year is young, but growing-a child beginning to take her first steps. Everything is fresh, and new. As it is now, and always has been, and will be again...
The sun shines today, snow melts. Birds return from more Southerly climes as rivers and streams escape their normal boundaries with abandonment. Tiny buds push up, here and there in secret places not easily seen by human eyes, while the trees-great and small alike-begin to stretch their roots and wake up slowly, so slowly...
I feel like I am also waking up after a winter spent in introspection and much solitude. I have thrown open curtains, thrown out and cleaned up and straightened and rearranged-causing some consternation in my furry companions...I am attracted to spring colors-the new and delicate ones, delicate like the early spring. I have lightened my hair in reflection of lightening mood. My muse has also awakened with some new poetry, new drawings...
My eye is again delighted by art, by color and line and shading. I long to spend days at the museum, gorging on the work of Masters...
What does spring mean to others, I wonder? Do others feel their own sap rising, faces turning to the sun like daisies....
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