One of the things I love about living in Minnesota is the change of seasons. Each one has a different energy and aspect to appreciate. The rhythm and cycle of the seasons help me feel connected to the earth and to nature. They keep me grounded.
Although parts of the country have had some crazy weather this year, we’ve had a particularly mild winter and it looks like the forecast for the next week or so will be quite warm. As I flip my calendar page to March and feel the shift in seasons approaching, my thoughts turn to what I love most about spring.
While I enjoy all the seasons, spring is my favorite. The energy of aliveness that awakens after the barren winter is contagious.
What makes me smile the most is when all the trees begin to sprout their leaves. Seeing that oh-so-brief and beautiful stubble of chartreuse green on a sea of branches brings me such joy. It’s one of my favorite colors.
So I ask you, dear readers. What’s your favorite part of spring? As always, I welcome your thoughts and words.
I heard an interview once with the wife of Dr. Seuss and she shared something that surprised me. She said that he didn’t write for others. He wrote for himself. If people liked what he wrote, so be it! But that wasn’t the reason he wrote.
I try to follow this example.
I write for myself.
I write from the heart.
I write what I like to read.
Still, there’s a small part of me that hopes what I write will resonate with someone. I find it’s a nice way to connect with people. So mostly I write for myself, but there’s a small seed inside me looking to grow blogging relationships and to bond with others too.
So dear readers, why do you write? That seed of growing connections along with my intense curiosity would love to know. I welcome you responses!
At the beginning of every year, a dear friend of mine picks her word for the year. It may be a word that represents what she wants to focus on for the year or how she wants to show up.
I love this idea and for last few years I’ve chosen a word for the year as well. One year it was Release, another year it was Trust.
As this new year dawned, I began pondering what my word for this year would be. I think I’ve settled on Explore. I’d like to continue my inner world exploration through meditation and add outer world exploration as well. This can take the form of exploring a new place in the great outdoors or exploring a new idea or activity.
So today I ask you to ponder the same question: What’s your word for this year?
There are so many things I love about the holiday season. One of my favorites is the way the season sparkles with lights. Since darkness comes so much earlier this time of year, it’s a joy to see so many homes and trees illuminated in a bright celebration. They bring to mind this verse of “Silent Night”:
“Son of God, love’s pure light Radiant beams from Thy holy face With the dawn of redeeming grace”
These lights are like joy, hope, grace and peace all wrapped up in a little twinkling bulb. Kinda like the babe himself, twinkling in a manger.
So what’s your favorite part of the holiday season?
I don’t know about you, but Thanksgiving felt like a non-event this year. I usually spend it with a house full of family, all of whom are amazing cooks. There’s always a buzz of activity along with great food and spirited conversation. This year, it was just me and my two sons. And although we had a nice conversation around the table and made a few of our favorite dishes, it just wasn’t the same. Thanksgiving didn’t feel like Thanksgiving.
Because of this, I’m feeling the need to make sure Christmas feels like Christmas. And I think lots of other people are feeling the same way I do.
Yesterday morning, as I read through profiles on a dating app, there was someone who wrote in his bio “music and laughter are the sticks that stir my soul.” I absolutely love this imagery—the sticks that stir my soul—and would add the sticks are also what lights a fire within us. I paused to ponder what my sticks would be and settled on dancing, biking through the woods, and watching the daily play of the sunlight.
For the summer that wasn’t, the months seemed to fly by fast. Now that fall is upon us, I’ve been thinking how back in January, I had planned a fall trip to Europe with friends. We would have been flying out next month. Of course, with everything going on, the trip was postponed.
I was so looking forward to it.
But instead of dwelling on what I can’t do, I’ve decided to come up with something different I can do–something I can look forward to doing this fall.
So I ask you, what is something you are looking forward to doing this fall?
One of the symptoms of the Coronavirus is a loss of smell and taste. I thought about this the other day as I sat outside and ate the perfect summer meal–a BLT with crispy bacon and a perfectly ripe tomato with fresh corn on the side. How hard it would be to not taste this meal!
This got me thinking–If I had to lose one of my five senses temporarily, which would I choose? I’m still debating. What about you?