The daily shifts we barely notice
In my garden the sun is changing it's shifting light. We live under a mountain (well a sort of hill with lots of tall rainforest trees), which means that in Winter our sunshine comes later in the morning and leaves earlier in the afternoon. We become a little like hibernating animals, snuggled by the fire and scuttling about the garden seeking patches of sun.
But as the Earth shifts back again, closer to Springtime, I take a lot of notice of each day's extra light shining into our home. It's the time of year, more than any other time, that I notice, seek, appreciate this small subtle shift.
Like the ways that our children, or indeed our own selves, change a little each day. Often we don't take the daily notice; it's not until a season or even a year (or when someone else points it out, or we look back at photos) that we see the change. It's a slow evolution.
Right now - easing out of Winter - I am noticing my garden and the shafts of sunshine, the sparkle of light, the birds talking to each other in more vibrant excited ways, and also my children. They are all stepping into a different, a new realm of their own. The 3 of them at quite distinct journeys - that they only can each take. The older 2 more-so than my youngest.
It is interesting and exciting, and scary too, to watch them. But, like the sun through the trees, or the plants sending forth blooms and new growth, I cannot stop or pull back my children. And that is the way it should be.
peach blossom flowers with morning sun shining through and dew drops sparkling. The background is fuzzy and out of focus
In this story too - I am watching myself. Since my seizures last year, I know that my brain has changed. And therefor my emotions, my experiences of Self : physical, mental, emotional, spiritual. (Both from medication and from the sense of “something” that I can't quite name, but absolutely feel and know).
Of course - this growing / evolving / ‘becoming’ always finds it's way showing up in my creative work as well as my business work (which is creative work too). Being my own boss means I morph both together.
bright orange tangellos or similar plus a bumpy bush lemon, in basket with shadows across fruit. Leaves and branches are still attached.
white plum blossoms close up detail with orange fuzzy background that are tangellos
a peach blossom tree with pink blooms, in the garden with an old garden shed in background
white plum blossom still on the tree, with new growth bright green leaves. background is fuzzy and out of focus
I do hope that you are being so kind, gentle & forgiving of yourself & those around you - the exhaustion & fatigue of the world right now feels hard to bare {& I know I am in a very privileged position to step away from the noise & information of the world}.
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morning light sun rays through the trees and mist
bamboo forest with pathway leading into the unknown
