When I stepped outside this morning, all of me, every sense, every thought, every emotion was greeted by the hint of Spring. I so appreciate the time in which to realize this, to savor this, to merge with the birthing that is taking place in nature. My veins pulse a deeper purple. My lungs breathe a clearer sigh. My arms and legs turn to music, and my eyes glisten with tears that cannot help but surface in the majesty of this moment. My life is not glamorous or glitzy. There is very little money, very little room for much outside of paying the bills. This is teaching me to go deeper. This is enabling me to dive into creativity and ingenuity. And it's helping me to laugh, to delight in what just... is. I made suet for the birds today since I didn't want to spend money on pre-made cakes, and it turned out... surprisingly well! I relished creating this with odd and ends hiding in my pantry... goo sticking to my fingers as I mixed, such that I felt like a kid making mudpies again! The chickadees and soon to be yellow goldfinch were chittering arias as I loaded their feeder! It's okay. We're all going to be okay.
After I cleaned up, I took the time to work on an upcoming mailing for World Day of Prayer. A friend of mine has me send cards I design to two men in prison, and as I wrote their addresses on the envelopes, I imagined what their day looks like. No opportunities to feed the birds or embrace bright colors or freely do the things they most want to do. And then, this little card will come to them with a photo of a blue orchid, and it will speak to them of goodness and the power of beauty and prayer. My hands create, and their hands will hold what has fed me.
I don't want to live my life easy. I want to live my life real, authentic, open to what is loving and painful, barren and abundant. And I want my life, my simple little life, to be fuel, to be grace, to be hope for anyone imprisoned by walls or systems or illness. I want to be the intersection of winter and spring. You can meet me here. Come as you are. Bring what you've got. It's all good enough.
After I cleaned up, I took the time to work on an upcoming mailing for World Day of Prayer. A friend of mine has me send cards I design to two men in prison, and as I wrote their addresses on the envelopes, I imagined what their day looks like. No opportunities to feed the birds or embrace bright colors or freely do the things they most want to do. And then, this little card will come to them with a photo of a blue orchid, and it will speak to them of goodness and the power of beauty and prayer. My hands create, and their hands will hold what has fed me.
I don't want to live my life easy. I want to live my life real, authentic, open to what is loving and painful, barren and abundant. And I want my life, my simple little life, to be fuel, to be grace, to be hope for anyone imprisoned by walls or systems or illness. I want to be the intersection of winter and spring. You can meet me here. Come as you are. Bring what you've got. It's all good enough.
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