This is about recurring dreams . . .

One in particular, especially, that I’ll never forget.  It  didn’t recur every single night back then, but it visited me too often to not be significant.  In the dream I am a wife and mother of two toddlers, working at our family business.  I am a very busy person – like all wives and mothers. Read More…

Some years ago I was in Rhode Island.  It was early June, and still quite cold.  Just after daylight I bundled myself up and walked to the beach.  When I got there, I found a dense fog had enveloped the entire beach. Read More…

Here’s our overnight campsite in Raton, New Mexico.  We feel like we’re at the top of the world, in many ways .  The mountain views are strange and wonderful to us flatlanders.

We’re told by the management that we’re in bear and mountain lion country, and we should definitely Read More…

HOW BAD CAN IT GET?

• Jobless, and unable to feed and clothe your children? 
• Homeless?  Broke and evicted?
• Stuck in a bad relationship?

I didn’t pluck these examples out of thin air.  I lived them.  I was not a victim.  I created each of these situations for myself by the choices I made. Read More…

Fallen leaves have been building, so yesterday I was out with my leaf-blower.  I’m smart enough to want to work with the breeze that invariably shows up, but sometimes I have no choice but to blow against the breeze.

I had my pile of leaves all neat, but needed to move said pile to the other side of the road  — you know, where the breeze is coming from!  I set my blower on low power and slowly nudged my leaf pile in the intended direction.  Even though the breeze was against me, the gentle leaf blowing was successful.  As I worked, I felt I was observing a slice of Life.

Gentle blowing nudges rather than scatters. Blowing hard would send too many leaves straight up into the path of the breeze and my efforts would be wasted.  Blowing gently kept the leaves close to the ground and close to one another.  The breeze was ineffective.

Mind you, I’m not just leaf-blowing my little back yard.  This is a whole freakin’ campground!  Lots of time for thinking here; so I thought

Hmmm.  I’m the leaf pile.  The leaves that are being gently marshalled to me (leaf pile) are all my scattered and disconnected thoughts, feelings, questions, and dreams.  The leaf blower is my Higher Self, or perhaps spirit guides, or the Universe.  Working gently.  Corraling the wayward parts of me back home.  There’s forever and ever for getting the job done, and the leaves respond so willingly to gentleness.

So it is with Life.  Speak softly.  Ask, don’t demand.  Encourage and inspire.  I think low power and gentle blowing is the preferred method for moving anyone and anything with which we’ve been entrusted, including our selves.

They must often change, who would be constant in happiness and wisdom.  Confucius

I believe . . .  I think . . .  Seems to me . . .  Maybe . . .

These are words I use a lot, most often at the beginning of a sentence.  I’m now challenging myself here: why do I do that?  These words speak of uncertainty.  Am I uncertain, and uncertain about everything?

Do I want to be certain? Is this even possible?

Beliefs change.  Thoughts change.  Appearances change.  Realizations change.  Am I okay with this?

I was told that to grow is to change, and to change often.   This makes sense, and I see the evidence everywhere in nature — and nature is where lessons lie, right?  For me, anyway, since nature is where I choose to immerse myself.

Nature speaks of change; of seasons; of being true to one’s uniqueness and one’s purpose.  She speaks of harmony; and of acceptance, and surrender.  Nature just is.  This is what I love, and what I want:  to just BE.

Nature tells me that, in this uncertain world, there are three things I can be sure of —

I am.  I grow.  I change.

Where do your certainties lie, I wonder?