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Ordinary Days Ablaze

“The keeping of bees is like the direction of sunbeams.”― Henry David Thoreau

“For this,
let gardens grow, where beelines end,
sighing in roses, saffron blooms, buddleia;
where bees pray on their knees, sing, praise
in pear trees, plum trees; bees
are the batteries of orchards, gardens, guard them.”
― Carol Ann Duffy, The Bees

Savor these last weeks of August.
Summer will spill into September.
Fall harvest soon.
The dance of seasons.
Get out in nature and commune.
Let it feed and fill you up with hope, joy, delight.
Deer, butterflies and bees abound.
Pulling us out of self into the world, expanse and beauty.
It is enough, overflowing, and abundant.
Ordinary days ablaze.
Inviting witnessing and participation.

“…and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?”― Vincent Willem van Gogh

Winter to Summer, Back to Spring

“The bird dares to break the shell, then the shell breaks open and the bird can fly openly. This is the simplest principle of success. You dream, you dare and and you fly.”― Israelmore Ayivor

“She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing “yes” in the sky.”― Monique Duval

We’ve gone from 7+ feet of snow two weeks ago to 5 days of 80+ degrees.
Robins and red-winged blackbirds proclaim spring’s return, this week a slice of July.
Deep snow lingers still.
Temps dropping to 50s and rain tomorrow.
Snow on Sunday.
Back to spring 50s next week.
Seasons colliding, merging, dancing.
Polka. Waltz. Salsa.
Winter to summer and back again to spring.
Patterns of nature.
Up, down, all around.
Life on display.
Become part of the silence, the flow.
Your answer to what is right now, a resounding “Yes!”
Dream. Dare. Fly.

“In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence.”― Robert Lynd

The Gifts of Each Season

“Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.”
― Yoko Ono

May you experience the gift of seasons in all seasons.
The new life of spring.
The ease of summer.
The harvest of fall.
The slowness of winter.
Mixing and mingling together.
A symphony and celebration.
From cocoon to butterfly and the journey between.

First Frost

“So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.” – T. S. Eliot

“When everything is moving and shifting, the only way to counteract chaos is stillness. When things feel extraordinary, strive for ordinary. When the surface is wavy, dive deeper for quieter waters.” – Kristin Armstrong

First frost, winter’s prelude;
The season that invites stillness, rest, dormancy and preparation;
Frost, melt, frost, melt, frost, frozen;
Stillness sticks, anchors and holds;
Ebb and flow;
Yin and Yang;
Seek the beauty, balance and rhythm in each season;
The divine in each day;
The power within;
In stillness, quiet and slowness, reflect, sparkle and partake.

“You are always nearer the divine and the true sources of your power than you think.” – John Burroughs

Fall Festival

“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” – George Eliot

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” – Albert Camus

Embrace the brevity of autumn, the celebration of fiery colors, the harvest of summer’s work.
Winter enters slowly then swiftly, holding its own blessings and beauty.
Enter the brilliance of each season, the gift of each day.
Fall festival is in full swing.
Allow the color and light to enter, casting it back out in return.

“There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!” – Percy Bysshe Shelley

Transformation on Display

“If a year was tucked inside of a clock, then autumn would be the magic hour.” – Victoria Erickson

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” – Albert Camus

Fall and spring are seasons that display in full color the beauty, certainty and magic of transformation. Entering and coming out of dormancy and stasis. Whether we see it or not, transformation is happening within. Each season in life has its purpose and meaning. The world transforms one person at time. Witness, observe and enter the flow of change, of becoming, of seasons. Planting, germination, bursting with color.

“Notice that autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.”- Friedrich Nietzsche

The Last Waltz

“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love—that makes life and nature harmonize.” – George Eliot

“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.” – Carl Sandburg

Summer lingers and leads the dance a bit longer. The last waltz coming as summer begins the release to fall. Temperatures swing from 40s in the morning to 80s in the afternoon. Early sunsets shortening the light span of each day. The grass growth slows, preparing for rest, dormancy and rejuvenation.

As summer takes its last waltz and fall appears in one leaf turning to brilliant orange followed by the next and next, enter the gift of transition time. Grateful for what was then releasing it to sweet memory, opening arms to ready for what is to come.

Each season builds and weaves into the next, often for reasons we do not know in the now. Trust the surety and process of seasons, transitions and new beginnings. While often not on our time, never failing and always the right time. Awaken and enter the flow, ease and glide of the last waltz.

“Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an autumn sound. The summer sun is faint on them— The summer flowers depart— Sit still— as all transform’d to stone, Except your musing heart.” – Elizabeth Barrett Browning, The Autumn

Fall Mosaic

“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.” – Stanley Horowitz

“Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, creeds follow one another, but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons, a possession for all eternity.” – Oscar Wilde

There’s a crispness to fall’s entry. Cool mornings, warm days, cool evenings. Shorter days. Light beginning the journey to solstice. Colors shift to harvest, transition ensues. Remain present in all seasons and cycles, aware and awake to abundance in the present moment.

Keep planting, keep nurturing, keep harvesting, rooted in gratitude.

“What we plant in the soil of contemplation, we shall reap in the harvest of action.” – Meister Eckhart

Reverence Time

“By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer.” – Helen Hunt Jackson

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”― Albert Camus

As summer completes her third act and fall prepares to enter center stage, be open to seek and see the gifts woven in each season, in transition, in endings and in beginnings. Each day is a gift, open and enjoy the moments you are in.

Gratitude harvests beauty in each season.

“Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.”― Yoko Ono

Cue in the Next Bloom

flower

“A flower does not use words to announce its arrival to the world; it just blooms.”― Matshona Dhliwayo

“We are asleep with compasses in our hands.” – W.S. Merwin

The lilacs bloomed with luster and brilliance
A showstopping, sweet first act to welcome spring in all of its rapture, color and promise
A short but worthy season
Never disappointing

As one bloom ends, the next bloom is cued to stage to usher spring into summer
Inviting us into the circles, seasons and flow of life
A short but worthy season
Not to be missed by looking back or too far ahead

Remain in the moment of whatever is blooming now
Assured that the next bloom is being cued to take center stage
Just on time, never too late
A short but worthy season

Awaken to the compass in your hands, heart, soul and spirit

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