Better Late Than Never

Fall was late this year in Vermont. We wondered if it would ever arrive or just go straight from summer to winter. The trees were parched as we had little rain. And we wondered if this would affect their color. We waited. We watched. We wondered.

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Then it came. And it was as glorious as ever. I found myself once again in awe at this amazing natural cycle and rhythm. Nature knows. Nature has patience. Nature follows her own timetable. And it was better late than never.

I am also following mine. In this journey called life I am finding I need to have patience too. For so long I have meandered. I have traveled different paths only to find they ended and I had to turn around. Others paths have led me closer to the answers this heart of mine yearns for. Yet I’m still meandering. I am still learning. And I am still growing.

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It is a beautiful thing, this journey. As I dive a little deeper into who I am and to what my purpose here is, I find surprising discoveries..

I am more present. I am feeling tremendous gratitude for the many precious gifts in my life. I am listening closer to what my heart is telling me. It’s not always perfectly clear, but I’m getting better at truly hearing what’s inside me. It’s a journey of progress. Of steps. Of surrendering. Of opening and expanding and most of all…letting go.

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After 23 plus years of sobriety, I think I’m finally figuring it all out. Better late than never.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Today was a Good Day

I have many good days. So it was hard to select a series of images to represent just one day or one adventure! After all, that’s what my blog is. A photo journal of my life and my passion for the natural world. Here is a gallery of images that illustrates what a really good day (or few days!) might look like for me because it would include so much of what inspires me…

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Today Was a Good Day.”

The Taste of Summer

It seems to take forever to get here. Summer here in Vermont is notoriously late. A chilly and wet June dashed hopes of it arriving on time. But when it does finally arrive…it is a time of delicious celebration. A feast for the senses.

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And so we immerse ourselves in the glorious scents and sounds and…tastes of summer.

Scrumptious rich sunsets

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Delectable warm waters

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Juicy succulent flowers

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Heavenly blue skies

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Sweet luscious fields

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Enticing aromatic forests

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Mouthwatering ripe gardens

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There is a certain flavor to summer. It is a time that awakens and arouses all of our senses.

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It is a time to savor and enjoy and taste…every last morsel.

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Kissing the Earth

The world around me is growing, blooming, flourishing. I am in awe of her beauty and her unfolding.

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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.

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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…

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I feel the earth kissing me back.

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Chasing Waterfalls

Waterfalls are beautiful any time of year. But here in Vermont, when the snows start to melt, they are truly something to behold.

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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.

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So I can listen to them singing in celebration.

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Spring is here!

My Secret Garden

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.

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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.

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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

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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.

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So I am sharing this garden I’ve found with others. Please come visit it anytime:

http://www.facebook.com/thegardenofrecovery

What better time than spring, the season of rebirth, to discover your own secret garden.