Finding a moment

Dearest one,

I have been feeling all the feelings with the festive season. It follows an intense year of shedding (Year of the snake kept its word) and I found myself waking up one morning, dreading the day ahead. A day of obligation, doing all the things, organising all the things, attending all the things and inevitably masking through it all ……

So a took a rare moment. A pause. And I dragged myself from my bed to the balcony windows. I opened the curtains, opened the window and breathed in the cold frosty air. It was like drinking in a breath of something that words cannot describe but that soothed my soul like a magical elixir of faith, hope and surrender.

And as I felt the sunlight on my face and my body began to settle, I was inspired to write a reminder to myself of the blessing that I can reach, right here, right now and in any moment. My note is shared with you now….

There is a peace that comes from still winter mornings.

The kind of peace that is unlike any other.

Where dappled sunlight peers through the wintering branches of the giant oaks, where the sound of birdsong is more tender and fleeting, where even the sight of warm air coming out a chimney top carries the song of a whispering stillness.

The soul remembering and anchoring into winters past.

It is a magical kind of thing.

And a reminder that being alive is the entire blessing.

That everything is transient but in perfect cyclical balance.

There is a magic in the air. I feel it. 

From my heart to yours, Me xx