A series of raw musings, straight from the pages of my journal. Thoughts, about life, change, dreams, the future and finding home.
There's a time in life for everything.. To connect, to retreat, to build, to nest, to grow, to harvest.
Lately I've noticed the season of my own life beginning to change. It only recently occurred to me, that for the last three years, I've retreated from the real world in many ways. At first I think I had to, it was my way of dealing with our loss and my own grief. I didn't want to talk to anyone really, so I created a nest, built high walls and rediscovered myself and my place in the world. As time has passed, slowly I've begun to peep my head out of nest every so often, but have feared taking that leap back out into the big wide world. Connecting with people, meant answering questions and opening my heart and until recently, I just haven't been ready for that. But now, on the eve of what be three years since we lost our Little Wing, I feel like I'm finally taking that step into the great and beautiful unknown. Now that I've reconnected with myself and with Mother Earth, I'm longing to reconnect with my tribe, to learn new skills, meet new people and play a part in my community.
And my still heart races at the thought and my head plays tricks on me, but I know deep down, it's time. It's time to bring together those serendipitous moments, those dreams and ideas. It's time to be brave and bold and open. These three years have taught me so much, and one of my greatest lessons has been, to grow where you are planted. No matter the circumstances or the season of your life, there are always amazing experiences to be shared and people to share them with, if you're brave enough to connect.
These days, birthday flowers and beautiful reads brighten the dining table and fill the winter days with joy and inspiration.
These days, are for picnics by the river and wildflower crown making..
These days, are winter garden is slowly coming to life, with beautiful sacred geometry.
These days, we spend our weekends exploring and stopping by farm gate stalls for lovely local produce. It really is the most wonderful way to shop.
These days, under the orange tree is the best place to place to play.
These days, I find quiet moments to revel in beautiful words and images and potter in the garden. I remind myself to find beauty in the everyday, chat to stall holders at the farmers markets and find the perfect home for a trio teeny, tiny pumpkins.
These days, winter harvests are such a delight and plans are being made for our summer garden. The promise of Spring dances upon the midday breeze and my heart sings at the prospect of longer days and exciting plans unfurling.