I am a lover.
I read the most beautiful and inspiring essay on Rebelle Society the other day. And I thought, what a perfect title for a post, because I am a lover too.
I love the sky and the stars and the moon
I love the flowers and the trees and the grasses
I love the creatures big and small
I love the mountains and the fields and the ocean
I love the seasons and the clouds and the sun
I love the colors of the earth
I love to see, hear, smell, taste and touch
I love the hearts of my family and friends
I love my feelings and my ideas and my dreams
I love the rich tapestry of experiences that have lead me to this moment.
I love this life I live.
I am love…
I am a lover.
To read the essay from Rebelle Society, click here: http://www.rebellesociety.com/2013/04/05/lovers/
There was a time when I searched for hearts. Every place I explored, every mountain I climbed, every path I traveled. But I never found any. I believed they were not for me to find. Perhaps I wasn’t ready to see them, so I stopped looking.
And then suddenly they were everywhere I looked. These hearts from nature. Hearts that you find while not looking for them. Hearts that remind you that life is beautiful and wondrous and amazing.
I have come to see these hearts as symbols. Letting me know that the path I am on, is the right path. The right path for me and my heart.
After a long period of healing, mending, and then opening and expanding. My heart is once again whole. And once again…wild.
It truly has been a beautiful winter so far. Lots of snow. And an abundance of sunshine.
It is the sun that chases away the winter blues. Or perhaps it’s a little bit more than that.
January, a month typically dreaded here in the north country, is showing us a different side. Or perhaps it’s me that is seeing things differently.
The blues I felt last winter? They are gone. And this January, I find myself singing a happier sort of tune.
Because there is nothing but blue skies…
Small moments in time.
We experience many such moments each and every day.
I try to capture these through my words and my pictures. Sometimes it works. And those moments are caught. Their meaning, their essence, and their grace shines through radiantly and perfectly.
While away for Christmas with my family, I saw and I felt and I experienced, so many of these small and wondrous moments.
Here are my pictures of those moments. I hope that they convey the joy, the warmth, the love, the beauty, and the magic of how I am feeling this holiday season.
It isn’t necessarily the grand events or big moments that are the most memorable…
Instead, sometimes it is the small moments in time, that warm our hearts and bring us peace.
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…