Last night, I sat outside watching the sun go down. The sky was clear, the air cold, and my heart warmed by the depth of color painted across the horizon. I found myself diving into the feeling of how beautiful life is. That amongst the tension between left and right, and the global power struggle for who is the rightest of them all, there is peace and beauty in the moments that are connected to feeling my experience of nature. And that in these moments I am free, I am whole, I am me without judgement or agenda. The strokes of orange-red, pink, and blue radiated vibrant joy in it's descent from my place on Earth. The oak trees stood skeletal as they came alive with dark shadowing. I could feel them pulled inside themselves, nestled into their root systems. It reminded me to do the same...this is after all, the month of coldness and retreat and rest. It's the time to eat less, rest more, embrace silence, explore solitude, and recharge every layer. I am never bored or in lack of awe at the wisdom and guidance we gain from nature. And when I slow down enough to hear her language, I am transported to the place within me that is the same power and wisdom of her. For these moments, I am one with nature; a reflection of nature. And nature is a reflection of me.
I invite you to step into your breath and slow your pace. What can you hear from nature? What message is waiting for you?