I am blessed to live where I do. All around me are some of the most beautiful and unique natural places. Places that I find wonder and joy. Places that bring me peace. Places that lift my spirit up.
Places…that I call Church.
I try to go to Church on a regular basis. It has become a huge part of my life and who I am. And so, you can frequently find me at Church.
It is in Church where all things seem possible. Where the stresses from every day life melt away. Where quiet contemplation and reflection remind me of what is most important in my life and where gratitude replaces fear.
It is here at Church where I feel closest to my heart and to my soul.
It is here where I feel free. It is here where I find grace.
And it is here where I lose and find myself.
Over and over and over again…at Church.
Deep in the heart of Vermont lies the Green Mountain National Forest.
Throughout this forest are dozens of roads. Forest roads. They have no names… Only numbers.
There is something magical whenever I find myself on one. I never know what I will find or where I will end up. But it is always something that captures my heart and and my soul. There is wonder around every corner.
Lakes, ponds, rivers, waterfalls, mountains, fields, trees, and even wild blueberries.
It is a place to get lost…Completely lost.
But what you find is miraculous.
You feel a deep sense of awe and reverence for this enchanted place.
And you notice a connection. Life is like a series of forest roads. You never know quite where they may lead. But along the way you will enjoy the glorious scenery, surprises, adventures, and wonders…
Around every bend in the road.
I am on the forest roads of my life. And it is a beautiful journey.
The world around me is growing, blooming, flourishing. I am in awe of her beauty and her unfolding.
I love all seasons but spring…the season of rebirth…holds me in her spell. Enchanting, captivating, and radiant.
I immerse myself in her lushness and extravagance.
I stare in wonder at the abundance of colors and inhale the heavenly scents.
I feel gentle breezes and nourishing rains. The earth is truly coming back to life.
There is a stirring inside my soul. A desire, a passion, a reverence for what I am seeing and experiencing around me and within me. I feel myself blossoming and expanding. My heart joyous and content.
It’s as though I am kissing the earth. Savoring these tender and sweet moments. And as I journey through this season…
I feel the earth kissing me back.
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…
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.
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/