On the path of life, we sometimes experience serendipity.
Serendipity happens. In fact it happens all the time. Finding something wonderful while not looking for it.
I love the idea of happy accidents and pleasant surprises. And I’ve experienced it. The kind of serendipity that takes your breath away. That makes you say Wow. That makes your heart smile and your soul sing.
Serendipity is magical. No matter how big or small it may seem. It opens you up to the possibility that something much larger is at work in our lives.
Of course we have to be open ourselves to moments of serendipity. We must be receptive or it might just pass by, unnoticed.
The more open I am, the more I notice serendipity. The more I feel connections with the world around me and what it’s trying to tell me, the more serendipity I experience.
The unexpected gifts in life…
Beautiful, wondrous, serendipitous.
This year my gifts do not come from a store. No, they are something much better and more valuable and precious than anything that can be bought.
My gifts are beautiful and real and simple.
As I sit here and write about these gifts, I feel my heart opening and expanding. I feel on the verge of something. Something miraculous and wonderful. New beginnings, new paths, new journeys.
And the gifts keep coming.
They are sometimes unexpected. Sweet surprises that fill me with deep gratitude. I am embracing each and every one of them. I am wide open to receiving. And to giving with my whole being in return.
The greatest gift of all I have received, is the gift of today. It is a day full of possibilities. Overflowing with hopes and dreams and promises.
May this holiday season bring you these same gifts and so much more. From my heart to yours.
Hunting season, for the most part, is over here in Vermont. This means I can get outside again and explore. It means I can visit and revisit the places I love so much. And it means I can find room to spread my wings and to breathe more deeply.
Winter is long. And it’s only just beginning. Finding solace and happiness in nature can become a little more challenging.
But I manage. I find that I am able to replenish my spirit even with small adventures and short journeys. I don’t need to travel far to find what my soul needs.
I don’t need to look too hard to feel peace and serenity in the world around me.
I am blessed to be able to immerse myself completely, engage all my senses, and feel all the incredible beauty that surrounds me.
Even in winter. Especially in winter.
There’s something unique about adventuring in the winter. The snow, the ice, the cold, the bare trees and frozen landscape…it seems as if the earth has expanded instead of contracting.
And there truly is more room…to breathe.
On the road of life we sometimes come to a place where…suddenly and almost without warning… the fog lifts.
And as you turn the corner, you can see clearly, that the path in front of you is wide open.
The past has become the past. It is behind me now. I’m standing in the present moment. Seeing, feeling, touching, hearing, tasting.
The future completely unknown. But not in a frightening way. An exciting way. I am finally trusting the adventure of being alive.
It has been quite some time since I have really looked around. Really noticed this amazing life I’m living.
And to see how important it was for me to go through the pain and sadness instead of around it. Because in doing so I came out the other side.
And I found that I am ok. Better than ok. I am me again.
The lightness, the happiness, the joy is back.
I’m standing on a different edge. One that’s in the here and now.
Knowing that I have discovered something inside me through this journey of healing that won’t let me fall. But instead it will give me the wings I need…
As I watch the earth transform from autumn to winter, I know that I transforming too.
The world around me seems to do it so effortlessly. A perfect tempo that the earth dances to as she follows her rhythm and the natural flow of change.
For me, this time of transformation has felt a little shaky and precarious. I have begun this journey of growth and of healing. The path is in front of me, waiting.
But my pace sometimes falters and slows.
There are days where everything seems to fall into place. And life feels full of hope and possibilities.
Yet there are other days when it feels as though I am moving through the fog. Unsure and tentative.
I wonder, why isn’t this easier by now? What keeps bringing me back…to the past? And why do I linger there?
When I know it is the present moment I must step into.
And so I look to nature. I watch as she transforms. And I learn.
“To everything there is a season. And to everything a time. A time to heal, a time to break down, and a time to build up. A time to weep, and a time to laugh, a time to mourn, and a time to dance…”
I am transforming. At my own pace. And like nature, I am following my own rhythm.
I can remember as a young girl having growing pains. Actual physical pain as my body grew 6 inches in one year.
I’m having growing pains again. A different sort of growth. A different sort of pain, in fact, I think I would rather just call it growing pleasure.
This kind of growth is a very important part of my journey, of my recovery and of my life.
When things happen…we usually have a few choices. We can numb our pain. We can run away from it or we can grow from it. I’m choosing to grow from it.
I have learned so much about myself these past few months. And I have examined myself deeply, my mistakes, my flaws and my part in all of it. And I have realized…that inside of me there is growth.
Slow and steady…but it is happening.
I am awakening to my life and the role I play in it. I am no longer a bystander but an active and willing participant. This is my life.
Beautiful, chaotic, intense, playful, loving, imperfect, serene, silly, messy, bright, and exciting.
But I am wide open. To experience and to feel and to enjoy all of it.
Growing pains don’t have to hurt. They can instead bring us incredible pleasure and lasting happiness.
The first time I saw these words I felt something stir deep inside me. My heart expanding, my soul awakening, my spirit singing. These words…and the hills here where I make my home are what inspire and lift me up.
I went and visited the cemetery where this inscribed granite stone resides, again on Sunday. The peace I felt was immediate.
This peace is something I feel often while gazing out upon the green and rolling hills of Vermont.
A peace that grows with every breathtaking view I’m blessed to experience.
I’m finding that there is more and more peace inside me with each passing day. A calm serenity that often felt elusive in the past. Perhaps it’s because I am surrounded by hills.
And these hills that I lift mine eyes upon, are truly a glorious gift.