Today, it is my walk home last night that resonates with me in a lingering way. This morning’s walk was lovely, too; still basking in the glow of Love, and attentively observing the sights of spring as I passed by: a hedge of delicate magnolia blossoms turning now to a stale brown as they fade, tiny azaleas unfolding magenta and lemon yellow, big bold rhododendrons of florid scarlet, clusters of sweet smelling shrubs of an unknown (to me) variety, and a seemingly endless number and kind of tiny birds, each with their own song to sing.
First peek at the garden on a spring morning
I have my own song to sing, too, and on my walk last night it was a surprise to find myself humming and sometimes even singing aloud. Each day brings me some moments of finding this new place in myself…a center of calm and strength and wholeness I didn’t know I had within me. This strong core inside myself seems untouched by momentary ups and downs, by the whims of circumstance, by the petty dramas, tides, and storms of my human experience. My emotions come and go, sometimes hurting, sometimes surging with passion or delight, and still this core of strength inside myself seems calm and chill, not unmoved, but not involved. Finding this place inside myself is giving me back some very precious things that I had lost somewhere/when along the way…the freedom to dance, to sing aloud, a feeling of height and power…and safety. As if… I am my will. <sigh> That probably doesn’t say what I am trying to say. Too many, and not enough, words. 🙂
…exit, theme song playing in the background… 😀
Evening Light 