Micro-dosed Life Lessons: Seasons

I’ve temporarily forgotten a lesson I learned a while back to my own detriment. I believe the universe keeps putting me in the same situation to remind me. This dance that I do is lonely and hollow. I’ve given all I have. To give to my own demise is unthinkable but I’ve done it time and again.

Yes, the lessons roll forth in abundance tonight. Start giving to yourself first. The love you seek is the love of your own. Tell yourself you’re that ultra fine lover, the intimate touch, the holy grail. You are the holy terrain you seek. Treat yourself as such and reclaim your worth. Bestow unto yourself these gifts and revel in your divine power.

Seasons rule the world. Not just the earthly world, but our internal worlds as well. Vast transition takes place amongst the seasons of our soul laden with heartache. The lesson to learn among the heartache is transformation. Transforming heartache, shedding what no longer resonates to reveal something new, something miraculous. Seasons allow for uncovering and discovery. Seasons bare the priceless gifts of change and growth. The journey through the seasons reveals to each of us who we truly are. Today, we honor these seasons.

Death.

A peeling of the layers, a shedding of old. Days become introspective, with the exception of the vibrant color keeping you company. Nights grow longer and colder as the world prepares to begin again. 

So much emotion is wrapped up in the falling of the leaves. It’s a metaphor for all we endure in life. Reflecting with Mother Nature upon myself, existence, and universal truth, I invite you to join me on this journey - it is cathartic and enlightening. How can you serve yourself better? Do you know who you are? 

The wise, old tree stump knows. The gleaming morning dew knows. The leaves rustling in the tree tops know. The breeze itself knows. Do you?

And just like that, all I longed for - blossoms, chirping, and warmth are home again. Life constantly reminds us that things are never quite as they seem. Or, they’re exactly as they seem. Either way, my life force is back and with it my musings. Life is so messy, so painful, so extraordinary, so absolutely divine. God says it’s time for us all to breathe again. And to do the work once more. And to breathe. To rest. To joy. To breathe. To work. To rest. To joy. To love. To live.

An oasis for the heart

And a solitude of mind.

I never feel more vibrant than when I'm with you, tucked away in your astral folds. Vast miles of sustenance, unending peace, quenching the thirst of the yearning to feel alive.

Life, an invitation.

Are we really ever here? Maybe for a moment or two, when not ruminating in the chatter of the mind. As they quip and complain, judge and admonish, I recognize that this is the nature of thought, to be fleeting and curious and obsessive. “Shhh, love,” I whisper softly, “Don’t you see the magnificence in the now?” Yet, she still has the compulsion to reel.

Here and there I can get one moment or two, when confronted with the sheer magic of Mother Nature reminding me of the interconnectedness of it all which my brain had previously rinsed away. 

Look around, dear one, at the magnificence around you: stand in the moment whether pleasant or not. Be still with the feeling; feel that need to run but stand firmly. This too shall pass - everything passes.

After a long mindful pause, I exhale out all of the heaviness inside. Finally unburdened for the moment, I can drink it all in with both feet on the ground and all I can muster is a simple, ‘wow’.