Photo taken July 18, 2024, of my vegetables and sweetpeas, in a basket I have had for years and use for any number of things. The lovely swing my husband made for me almost twenty years ago now.
The Colors of Gratitude.
Written July 21, 2022.
Wild flowers grown from seed.
Sometimes I wish life’s wisdom showed itself as abundantly.
Then I remember the small seeds in the dark soil, no color or scent.
The work, the time for the gift of the nutrients of nature to do their work. The sun light, the rain, to do it’s work.
I have work to do for myself...to give myself time to listen gently, to hold on to, to be kind with and listen to each budding thought and feeling needing attention.
Working to be with the discomforts and distractions, the unwanted chaos, the confusion within and outside the world.
Letting in the nurturing Love, Light and Rain provided each of us with abundance. Letting go. Weeding out the energy of the no longer needed, no longer useful weight of darkness.
With conscious intention and choice to accept myself, I create a path, a furrow, a safe space to grow. To begin again, to do the necessary work.
The new energetic burst of colors emerge and surround me. The next steps of my life and what needs to be done takes hold.
Lifting my soul as the flowers sprouting and bursting from the dark soil.
Quiet, Peaceful, Wisdom.
Glowing. Glistening.
The Colors of Gratitude for my blessed life.
Photos of my wild flower garden taken 7/21/19.
