This morning, as I filled the bird feeders, changed the water in their bath, and tended to the seeds I’ve started for the deck garden, I thought about how I used to rush through these daily chores to get to the gym or to attend a meeting for work, pre-pandemic.
This morning, I woke up to the realization that while yes, there’s plenty to be done in the outer world, my inner world is the top priority right now. I need to rest more than I think I should. Blows to the emotional immune system take physical energy...
It’s a beautiful day here in the Northeast with a pale-yellow sun high in the sky and the temperature at a balmy 42 degrees. I’ve just returned from a long walk around the lake, where I spent time contemplating the end of a decade and the start of the New Year.
Honestly, I can’t think of a better way to use any crisis than to practice creating a calm, unflappable state of mind. It’s the spiritual work of our time. When I’m peaceful, I make better decisions. When I feel clear and relaxed, I help others from a place of compassion rather than shared anxiety.
I stepped outside just before sunset, to add a little birdseed to an empty feeder because I have a raccoon who comes to visit for a late-night snack. As I turned to walk back into the house, I noticed something watching me from the edge of the yard.
I know life requires us to be present to everything – the success and sadness, the peace and pain. Learning to be with all of our feelings is fertilizer for growth and healing. It’s just not that easy.
This weekend, I experienced classic New England showmanship. Yesterday, I woke to snow falling over the burgeoning green fields in our backyard, and this morning I welcomed the first hummingbird of the season to our deck feeder.