Happy New Year!
2016 was a year of introspection.
It was a year of developing a keener concept of what makes me"ME".
|Standing Right next to Jane Goodall! A dream!|
I have explored the concept of "self" for some time…searching, hoping, questioning.
In 2016 I decided I would add a few more flowers to our growing season.
|Taking down the picket fence.|
After all, I thought, flowers are easy.
And they are.
Ok, so I have grown them since childhood.
The garden is my safe place. My artist's palette. My living journal.
|Sao Miguel, Azores|
So what happened?
In between the rows of plump tomatoes, stems of bright blossoms swayed in the breeze.
Each week from mid-July until late October, I gathered arms full of flowers.
And they blessed me…not just with their extraordinary beauty…but with whispers on my heart.
I feel silly actually…to think that for 40 years I have almost ignored the calling.
I have taken for granted what sat right before my nose.
To think that I almost missed the signs.
I almost became so buried in daily routines,
that I neglected to listen...
…to open my heart.
And then one day, I read an article about myself. And I stood back and admired this stranger….
...this person who was one with nature.
I almost envied her. That girl on the page with the blossoms in her hand.
And that's when the skies opened and a lifetime of questioning and wondering dissolved at my feet.
True PURPOSE blazed in front of me.
A carpet made of blossoms in every hue, with varied petals and textures lay out before me.
And it was then that I knew I would move forward with confidence and swiftness.
Blessed Beyond Measure.