Beauty, Sun and a reason to Celebrate

As winter sets in, I’ve been trying to fill my days with beauty, lots of warm sun and things that soothe my soul. It’s been a blessing to surround myself with things that make my heart beat faster, especially on days when the cold makes me want to just stay in bed.

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Flowers, candles, cinnamon scents, chai tea and zesty citrus fruits have been warming my hearth and uplifting my wild essence in recent weeks. These are the layers I’ll be taking with me into the heart of winter. I love engaging my senses in this way. These things make me feel alive. My house is very cold. So, I also spend as much time as can sitting in the garden with my books or my laptop, sunbathing while I work.

 

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I’ve also been celebrating something pretty awesome. As you may know, I’ve been pretty hard at work on my book. I’m so please to have finally completed the first draft. Now I’m getting ready for the editing phase which I anticipate will be somewhat of a lengthy process.  Regardless, I am excited to have reached this point. For years, I’ve had ideas that I started writing but never finished. Now, I’ve actually completed it. My husband has been an incredible sense of support throughout it all. I am so grateful to have someone so supportive and loving at my side, always cheering me on and celebrating each success.  I’ll be sharing more on this in the upcoming weeks.

 

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Birds of a Feather

I sat at the bird hide, watching the moorhen sail silently on the wetland. Their grace and the stillness of the water felt so calming. Suddenly, a cacophony of clucking bird call and fluttering feather descended behind me. And there they were – a loud flock of guinea fowl.

I can’t explain to you what a gift it is to happen upon wild fowl in the city. These elusive creatures have been leaving remnants of their presence all over. For weeks I’ve been finding feathers in my garden, around my neighbourhood and at the various parks and nature spaces where I gather wild stories. So to finally see them was just too precious.

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As spirit animals, guinea fowls represent protection and groundedness. Watching them as they browsed the grasses and feasted on seeds, they reminded me of a tribe of soul sisters chattering, trading stories and sharing secrets. The saying “Birds of a feather flock together” never rang more true than in that moment. It is a beautiful thing to be in the company of soul sisters and to have the love and support of a like-minded tribe. So many dreams are made with the support of fellow believers standing beside you – soul connections who are there to cheer you on, who believe in you and have so much faith in your ability to manifest the vision in your heart.

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Of Gossamer Cities and Dreams

Mystery finds me at the first rays of dawn, laying down a carpet of dew beneath my feet. The sun awakens later these days. I rise later too. I find myself more reluctant to get out of bed as winter in the Southern Hemisphere draws nearer.

The wild stories of autumn have been interesting. Gossamer threads of webs glisten in the light of this new day. There have so many spiders lately, taking over the like true artists and architects building giant web dynasties. Each day I discover new webs, some days they stretch across the entire garden. Each one is more ambitious than the last. It’s beautiful and unnerving at the same time.

A part of me wants these architects of gossamer cities to teach me how to build my dreams with such determination and the clear vision of a mastermind, just as they do. There are so many of them in my heart that still need to find their way into reality. When I contemplate this, a little voice whispers: “Just let your heart guide you, put one foot in front of the other and take one step after the next. Before you know it, you will walked a mile and left a trail of gossamer dynasties of your own.”

I love the simplicity that wild whispers and spirit guidance offer. My mind over thinks and complicates things, making life’s problems appear bigger than what they are. But as I surrender to the flow of the Universe and listen to the Earth’s wild whispers, I’m finding it easier to ease into the mystical rhythm of grace.

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