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Holding, Releasing

“Never be so focused on what you’re looking for that you overlook the thing you actually find.”― Ann Patchett, State of Wonder

“I’ll never stop being surprised by the things I’ve held onto and the things I’ve learned to release.” – Sarah Bessey, Field Notes from the Wilderness

To hold.
To release.
Choose well.
Again and again.
Daily.
Moment to moment.
To walk lightly as possible.
Rooted, uprooted, replanted.
Be where you are right now.
Blooming amidst weeds.
Spring after winter.
The dance of seasons, bridges, thresholds and in between.

“Don’t wait to celebrate the life you have been given, even if it looks different from the one you thought you would have.”― Katherine Wolf, Hope Heals: A True Story of Overwhelming Loss and an Overcoming Love

The Daffodil

“Spring is nature’s way of saying, ‘Let’s party’!” – Robin Williams.

“Hope is not naive, and hope is not an opiate. Hope may be the single greatest act of defiance against a politics of pessimism and against a culture of despair.”― Sharon Brous

The heroism of the daffodil.
Pushing through dry weathered ground, old leaves.
To pop its head up first.
Risking too soon.
Perhaps one more snow.
The kid that jumps when others hesitate.
Defiant rebel.
Shouting praise and let’s party.
Spring is here.
Brillant color, showing off.
Soul rising to meet the sun.
Hope fulfilled.

“Blessed be you, universal matter, immeasurable time, boundless ether, triple abyss of stars and atoms and generations: you who by overflowing and dissolving our narrow standards or measurement reveal to us the dimensions of God.”― Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, Hymn of the Universe

February Spring

“Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?”― Neltje Blanchan

“April’s air stirs in
Willow-leaves…a butterfly
Floats and balances”― Bashō, Japanese Haiku

What a non-winter winter.
Less than a few inches of snow in Minnesota.
10 days of cold.
Brown ground.
Buds are about to bloom in February.
Confused by January and February temperatures.
Two days of 50+ degrees.
40-degree days ahead.
On track to be the shortest winter.
Snow mid to late February, perhaps.
All seasons serve their purpose.
Spring is doing double duty this year.
The weather, like so many things in our life we pine about and try to predict.
Out of our control.
Remain in what’s present, early spring.
Winter’s short return.
Nature will take care of itself.
Enjoy all seasons when and how they come.
Find and open each day’s gifts.
February spring.

“I glanced out the window at the signs of spring. The sky was almost blue, the trees were almost budding, the sun was almost bright.”― Millard Kaufman, Bowl of Cherries

Laden with Lilacs

“The lilac branches are bowed under the weight of the flowers: blooming is hard, and the most important thing is – to bloom.― Yevgeny Zamyatin, “A Story About The Most Important Thing”

“Spring as always was in full bloom, the breeze laden with lilac, the brush flanking the path rustling with life.”― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

What lilacs lack in length, they make up in fragrance, in presence.
Bursting for only a short time but worth it.
Depth rather than length.
Brevity, reminding us to appreciate what and who we have while we do.
People. Places. Seasons.
Awake. Blooming. Life.
Notice, hold, be held.
While in it.
Gratitude over griping.
Beauty overflowing.

“True happiness is to enjoy the present, without anxious dependence upon the future, not to amuse ourselves with either hopes or fears but to rest satisfied with what we have, which is sufficient, for he that is so wants nothing. The greatest blessings of mankind are within us and within our reach. A wise man is content with his lot, whatever it may be, without wishing for what he has not.”― Seneca

Awash

“Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair…”― susan polis schutz

“Abundance is not something we acquire. It is something we tune into.” – Wayne Dyer

Spring has taken up residence.
Color, bloom, fragrance awash.
We have arrived and are in the midst of fruition.
Bursting at the seams.
Dive in.
The beauty, fresh air, flowers blooming in abundance.
Stick the landing of daily presence and gratitude.
These are the days.
Full bloom.

“Whatever we are waiting for – peace of mind, contentment, grace, the inner awareness of simple abundance – it will surely come to us, but only when we are ready to receive it with an open and grateful heart.” – Sarah Ban Breathnach

Long Thoughts

“The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn”― Ralph Waldo Emerson

“So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”― Herman Hesse, Bäume: Betrachtungen und Gedichte

Creation from an acorn, a pine cone, seed.
Shade from a tree.
Sanctuary in a forest.
Waking of souls.
Joy awakened.
Beauty flourishing.

“Things have a life of their own,” the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. “It’s simply a matter of waking up their souls.”― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

Spring Springing

“The soul is the greening life force of the flesh, for the body grows and prospers through her, just as the earth becomes fruitful when it is moistened. The soul humidifies the body so it does not dry out, just like the rain which soaks into the earth.”― Hildegard of Bingen

“O most honored Greening Force, You who roots in the Sun;
You who lights up, in shining serenity, within a wheel
that earthly excellence fails to comprehend.
You are enfolded
in the weaving of divine mysteries.
You redden like the dawn
and you burn: flame of the Sun.”
― Hildegard von Bingen, Holistic Healing

Rain yesterday.
Overnight, the leaves broke open in unison on my front tree.
Sun this morning.
Blue skies.
Fresh air.
Dew on the grass.
Spring unfolding, noticeably.
Gestation, bloom, formation.
The breath and brush of God.
The earth, the canvas.
Spring springing.

“Underneath all the texts, all the sacred psalms and canticles, these watery varieties of sounds and silences, terrifying, mysterious, whirling and sometimes gestating and gentle must somehow be felt in the pulse, ebb, and flow of the music that sings in me. My new song must float like a feather on the breath of God.”― Hildegard of Bingen

Once and Yes

“Life stands before me like an eternal spring with new and brilliant clothes.” – Carl Friedrich Gauss

“My favorite six letter word is
always
because it promises
so much.

My favorite five letter word is
never
because it insists on contradicting
the promise.

My favorite four letter word is
once
because it says it
happened then.

My favorite three letter word is
yes
because I’m just now learning
to say it
to my heart.

My favorite two letter word is
if
because it makes
all things possible
like this:

If not always
If not never
Then once.

Yes.”― Kate Dicamillo

May you enter open fields of joy and run with abandon.
Open to this day and all that is present before you.
We remember the extraordinary and live in the ordinary.
Mark this ordinary day be imprinted with your fingerprint, footprint, embrace.
Ordinary becoming extraordinary.
Feel the earth under your feet, the sky filled with blue and light above.
Make your answer “Yes!” to this day.
Love, be loved, enjoy the journey.

“If you have no intention of loving or being loved, the whole journey is pointless.”― Kate DiCamillo

May Day

“Every flower must grow through dirt” –Laurie Jean Sennott

“As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.”― William Shakespeare

April is fickle.
May, there’s no turning back.
The threshold into spring, the cusp of summer days ahead, light and warm.
Soon full color, certain bloom.
Spring in full swing.
The faint scent of spring soon to be overwhelming.
Pay attention.
Do not miss the show.
A lift, an entering, a flow.
Cross the threshold.
Happy May Day.

“…I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists…” – John Geddes

Spring Unfolding into Harmony

“Did I live? The human world is like a vast musical instrument on which we play our individual part while simultaneously listening to the compositions of others in an effort to contribute to the whole. We don’t choose whether to engage, only how to; we either harmonize or create dissonance.” – Stephen Batchelor

“Nature thrives in its own special way – there is a time to begin, there is a time to wait and there is a time to let go and just watch the magical powers of nature unfolding the best it has to offer. ― Sanchita Pandey, Lessons from My Garden

Spring is unfolding slowly.
Rain to green up and brighten the world.
Soften the earth.
Color in the wings await to take front and center stage.
New life from dormancy and rest, precursor to bloom.
A symphony.
Enter the unfolding each day to lengthen the season.
Witness. Partake. Savor.
These days pass swiftly.
Pass through them awake.
Pause. Breath. Thrive.

“The sooner we let go of holding on, the sooner we can hold on to the beauty of what’s unfolding before us. Nothing was ever meant to stay the same forever.”― Julieanne O’Connor