I spent two days by the sea. On the southern coast of Maine. A place full of familiar sights and so much that is unchartered territory. A place to lose and find myself. A place filled with gifts. Gifts from the sea.
It is a place I love.
A few times a year I make my way there. Because the gifts it offers, are the ones I am longing for. Gifts that replenish and exhilarate me.
The soothing and tranquil waters of the Casco Bay.
The ancient and weathered rocks that create the shoreline.
The crashing waves of the open ocean that ebb and flow.
The fragile and beautiful shells that are left behind to be found.
Time with the sea is my gift to myself.
A gift that I never tire of receiving.
And the sea never tires of giving…
Waterfalls are beautiful any time of year. But here in Vermont, when the snows start to melt, they are truly something to behold.
The sound of rushing water has always been a soothing balm to my soul.
In the spring, the water almost roars as it cascades down rivers and streams. There is an underlying excitement as everything thaws.
It overflows and spreads. Washing away the dirt and grime from sanding and salting. It feeds the riverbanks so that tender green things can grow. It fills the ponds and lakes with sediments and nutrients. It creates new paths and oxbows that birth with new life.
I like to chase these waterfalls and capture them at their peak of glory.
So I can listen to them singing in celebration.
Spring is here!
Someone recently told me that I have a secret garden inside of me. And when I heard this…I knew it to be true.
It is deep in my heart. Deep inside where my spirit lives. Deep inside where it has laid dormant for a very long time.
I think I had forgotten it was there. Buried under the overgrown weeds and tangled branches. The debris and wreckage that comes from loss and heartache. Piled so thick so that no sunlight could reach it.
Slowly though, I have pulled away the piles and the layers to uncover what has been asleep and buried. The garden of my heart.
And in this uncovering, a wondrous and amazing thing has happened. The garden has come back to life. In fact it’s bursting with buds and blooms. It’s big and bright and vibrant. It’s rich and earthy and warm. It’s full of hope and joy…
And most of all…love
As a child, I was enchanted by the story ” The Secret Garden”. Today, as a grown woman, I am discovering my very own secret garden. And I don’t want to keep it a secret. I want to share it with the world.
Because in the words of Francis Hodgson Burnett, author of “The Secret Garden”
It blooms and blooms and every morning new miracles are revealed.
So I am sharing this garden I’ve found with others. Please come visit it anytime:
What better time than spring, the season of rebirth, to discover your own secret garden.
There are things that we do here in Vermont to get ready.
Ready for spring. Just like with any season. A time of preparation.
Like where will all the snow go when it melts?
Waterbury Reservoir is getting ready. They let out water…to make room for all the melting snow that will soon cascade down from the mountains.
I didn’t know this until I discovered it the other day.
And just like the reservoir, I’m letting things out. Letting them go. Making room for a new season filled with delicate blossoms, abundant growth and the lushness of life.
I’m getting ready for spring too…