I wasn't going to blog today. But then, I sat outside and looked all around my little courtyard. I felt my mom's presence as we admired all the beauty around me. She instilled the love of gardening and beauty in me. Whenever I appreciate a beautiful flower, she is there. I do not miss her anymore, I have learned that when I still my mind and focus on her, she is there.
There is no death. Only transformation. And whenever we think of someone who is no longer physically here, they are with us. We just need to trust our feelings, they are our eternal compass. Still our minds, and bask in appreciation. And all is clear.
Here are some photos that I took on this winter morning.
|Sparkly fairy lights|
|Azaleas in bloom|
|New gardenia planted in old watering can|
|Bulbs coming up|
And the inspiration for my writing and sharing on this space. My two beautiful children. The ones who remind me to laugh. To play. To stop taking all of this so seriously. I have eternal gratitude for what they teach me every single day.
Yes, winter. I do love you. You bring me the clarity and peace that opens me up the wonder of this beautiful world.
Blessings to you.