Wednesday, April 27, 2011

New Life


Spring has arrived.  There is so much physical beauty to observe during this time.  Blossoming cherry trees (a personal favorite), flowers opening and bursting with color, insects emerging from the depths of the recent cold, hard ground, and plants poking through the dirt, anticipating their rebirth in the natural world.
This beauty is inspiring to see every day, as we walk through spaces that amazingly looked so barren only a few short months ago.    What a miracle, and such a gift.  Transformation is   occurring.
The miracle is that not only is this transformation present in the natural world, but almost every person that you talk to during this time is undergoing their own transformation in some way. 
Many people take on spring cleaning during this time.   I can relate to and appreciate the literal role that spring cleaning has in our lives.  Clearing clutter away, dusting corners and crevices, washing windows, sweeping out garages.  This provides such pleasure; however, what is really happening during spring cleaning?
It provides organization.
It provides calm energy.
It provides peace.
It provides relaxation.
It provides space.
Space to create new thoughts, new inspiration, new possibilities. 
When gardening, you create a plan in choosing the annual flowers that you put in your flowerbeds.  Merely moving the petunias to the left side of the bed instead of the right and changing the location of the geraniums will transform the way it looks.  The area will be experienced completely differently this year.
This is the time to create a new plan for you.  Something that could only happen here. . . something that could only happen now, in this perfect time.
How will you fill the new space?  What inspires you?  What new possibilities will you create in your spirituality, your creativity, your career, your health, your relationships?  How will you experience life differently this year?
How will YOU transform?

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Granted



Place all trust in sunrise.

Eyes have seen,
countless times,
a pitch black sky
fill with light.

Each time,
taken for granted
not the light,
but trust.

For, nothing says sun’s light returns
again and again
for sure.

The future holds no proof…
only the truth of Perfection,
the Law in which
All is grounded.

A wish is granted,
to Be.

The only way to see
for sure
is sunlight.

-Jayme