What do people write about in Spring?

image from  The Abode

image from The Abode

What do people write about in Spring?

Is it the symphony of early birds

Singing to the sun

Or the newborn green coats

Dusting the sycamore trees

Truly, what do people write about in Spring?

Is it the sunkissed morning sky

Bursting with the flavor of a new day

Or the afternoon showers

Knitting blankets of lush fields  

Help me understand, what is there to write about in Spring?

Is it the warm afternoon gusts

Brushing my cheeks

And combing my hair

Or the crispy scales of winter

Falling to the ground

I honestly don’t know what people write about in Spring.

I’m too busy dancing

Through the long days

Lounging under the sun

Making fires of love  

And basking in all of her glory



Studio Inspo

To manifest a reality, we have to sit with what could be. We dream, visualize, birth the senses within so they can bloom without. Today, I’m dreaming, longing for a studio to build out back…a creative space laced with mismatched art and artifacts from the journey thus far. Just a hair messy, yet clean enough to share a meal with my three year old son, tea with friends and passers by. Here’s a bit of inspiration from some of the greats…

Hilma af Klint in her studio in 1895. {Hilma af Klint (October 26, 1862– October 21, 1944) was a Swedish artist and mystic, considered one of the first abstract painters}

Hilma af Klint in her studio in 1895. {Hilma af Klint (October 26, 1862– October 21, 1944) was a Swedish artist and mystic, considered one of the first abstract painters}

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Love the raw, earthy, minimal elements of Georgia O’Keefe’s work and living space.

Love the raw, earthy, minimal elements of Georgia O’Keefe’s work and living space.

Picasso’s studio, Paris, 1920.

Picasso’s studio, Paris, 1920.

The Necessity of the Exhale

What do I need to exhale?

It happens every year, right around this time. February. Winter’s coat is starting to shed…Spring is not here yet, but the itch for green and warmer days is oh so real. I feel the growing, imminent need for a deep, deep cleanse. This is a time to prune and purge - my closet, my home, my relationships (on the outside) - my heart, my voice, my deeply seeded longings (on the inside). Winter allows us to notice the beauty of the inhale through the vessel of time and space. In this season, we are called to slow down, root down, and look up. We notice, we go inward, and we connect with immense depth and clarity. We breathe in the goodness of solitude and sobriety. Let’s pause for a moment in gratitude for all that Winter gives us…

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A friend once told me that before an eagle takes flight, they take a huge dump…literally. They let it all out, lighten their load, and then they are able to launch. I guess that’s where I find myself as Winter starts to wind down: ready to release the unnecessary, the toxins that do not serve the Greater Good, so that I can fly into spring with freshness, with renewed strength, hope, and adventure. Where do you find yourself, dear friend? In this in-between, transitional time. Are you needing to let out a big noisy fiery breath? What needs to go, what needs to be released from your grasp? What stands in between the stale past and the promises of spring?

MEDITATION

Oh Winter, thank you for your crisp, clean air. I breathe you in. Tell me, what do I need to release? What do I need to exhale? How can I absorb your rich nutrients into my roots and let go of the toxic waste that holds me to the earth?

Dreaming...

Of a tea house, a studio, an innkeepers quarters, an oasis for our beautiful back yard…building in my mind…someday on the ground.

Japan / 1936, image via Pinterest

Japan / 1936, image via Pinterest

Modern yet rustic, image via Pinterest

Modern yet rustic, image via Pinterest

Japanese Tea House, image via Pinterest

Japanese Tea House, image via Pinterest

Rural Congo, image via Pinterest

Rural Congo, image via Pinterest

Axel Vervoordt, Wabi Inspirations

Axel Vervoordt, Wabi Inspirations

Japanese Tea House, image via Pinterest

Japanese Tea House, image via Pinterest

Beautiful modern design, image via Pinterest

Beautiful modern design, image via Pinterest

I love you, Winter.

I love you Winter

For the truth you bear

In your naked branches

Exposing earth’s raw underbelly

Bark scathed from season’s past

I love you Winter

For your piercing sun

Casting shadows to earth

From the morning sky

Blazing trails through thick woods gone by

I love you Winter

For your frost

Cleansing, calming, restoring

Holding me still

Frozen yet breeding new life

I love you Winter

For you are harsh, yet gentle

Your pain is beautiful

Your death, triumphant

Fearless are you

I love you Winter

Oh mother of spring

Foundation of life

Great buds you will bring

To me in time  

I love you Winter



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It rained

And it rained

And it rained

And it rained

And then the sun came out.

And she was brighter and stronger than ever before.

The Art of Letting Go

Ansel Adams / Dead Tree / Sunset Crater National Monument, Arizona / 1947

Ansel Adams / Dead Tree / Sunset Crater National Monument, Arizona / 1947

What can I surrender today?

Today. Not tomorrow. Not in the grand scheme of life. But just today, right now, in this moment. This is the meditation of my heart and mind. As the leaves have surrendered to the wake of winter, falling to their death from the comfort of branches, I am inspired to follow their lead. To practice letting go. Not just in certain “safe” parts of my life — but in every facet of being. Parker Palmer calls this living an “undivided life,” or a life in which our values, beliefs, and behaviors are in harmony with one another. This is the life I long for, a life of wholeness…but in this pursuit, surrender is essential, a non-negotiable. It is the bedrock of true faith — in what is hoped for, in what is unseen. So am I willing to live in faith….or not? Am I willing to let God manifest the fruits of life as the leaves in spring or not? Can I trust that people will come and go, that dead branches will fall and be reborn? Can I nurture an awareness of my grasp and let light into the shadows of fear and doubt?

This is the practice. The art of letting go. It is messy and confusing and requires attention, stillness, and honesty with self and others. And all we can do is practice. And practice. And practice until the day we leave earth. I am challenged and excited by this. Maker of the sun, the trees, the seasons, the wind and the rain, surely You are able to guide me into a life of abundant joy, far greater than I can manifest and imagine on my own. Grant me the courage to let go.

MEDITATION

Today I surrender…

Certainty…knowing the outcome and having a fine tuned script in front of me. How about you?