....believe

Yogis,
A neighbor at the beach placed a new sign in their yard. I have now run past it twice. It has one simple phrase.

Believe there is good in the world.

We are at an inflection point. Yet if you pay attention, we are always at an inflection point. There are always jolts that shake our sense of equilibrium. A pandemic. Wars. Fires. Every moment is a moment for change, it’s just that some rock us more than others. It is how we live our lives within them that matters.

Over the last few weeks I have had several people say this is the end of our democracy. When words are spoken out loud it indicates that a belief has set in and has become strong enough to send itself out through the lips. From inner to outer.

I do not believe this. I do not choose to believe this.

Humans are odd. We love what is negative. We click on it, stream it, and talk about it. So that is what we are provided. It isn’t media’s fault. They give us what we ask for and then we build a belief system around it.

Beliefs become things. A belief has a vibration which alters our own vibration. Once we believe anything and then speak it, feel it, see it…….others will feel it and some will instill it until it becomes a group consciousness and becomes real.

I choose instead to believe the words in the sign.

It can be hard to find the good, not because it isn’t there, but it doesn’t sell. Believing in good requires a desire to want to, and then a practice of looking.

Today on my run I looked for the good. There was plenty!! A sunbeam shone down on the ocean at the same moment church bells rang in the distant. It gave me chills. The warm open smile from a woman made me feel seen. Phoebe’s full body greeting on my return. A text from a friend.

I believe the world is inherently good. This is where I will consciously hold my awareness. By believing it, I create it.

See and believe what you want……not what you don’t want. Beliefs become things.

Using my power,
SARAH

....as if they know

Yogis,
It’s like the plants know. As December arrives with its northerly winds and lack of light, hard frosts finally turn any remaining green a brittle brown. I look out the back windows to watch my garden enter her period of deep, well-deserved rest.

I too get a rest when the garden sleeps. Nothing to weed or water. My garden tools stored neatly in the garage as there is no need to check on everyone each day, or prune or even clean up. Dried seeds and berries left to hang from bent stems offer needed nourishment for birds and deer as the snows arrive.

No growth. No color. No scents. Quiet.

Yet at the same time my indoor plants are watching out my south facing windows at their ice covered friends. It’s as if they talk amongst themselves and decide it is now their time to shine. One by one they stir.

Christmas cactus is always first. Solid green all year, the ends or her leaves become adorned with bright red shoots. When they all open, she is transformed to a thing of beauty.

Next, I notice a new stem of one of the orchids peeking out from the leaves. Quickly it arches toward the light and sends out tight buds. The other orchid, not to be outdone, sends up her new growth, blooming first in deep magenta. Her white cohort moves more slowly, spreading out the winter show.

Last winter a friend gave me a plant covered in gorgeous orange blooms. Lovely…..yet I knew that often a gifted plant never blooms again…..and I am ok with that. I kept watching with a tinge of hope though, because you never know. Well, about to give up I glanced over to find buds everywhere. She is now again in full bloom!

My studio dotted with purples, reds and orange, while the outer world sleeps.

Yet only days from now, my Lenten Rose buried beneath snow in the front yard will offer a spark of pink to the barren landscape and start the process all over again.

Continually awed,
SARAH

.....forts

Yogis,
This week we had what you would refer to as a real snowstorm. The kind where for days snow boots are the only shoe wear appropriate when leaving the house. Mindful planting of each foot on slippery sidewalks and keeping an eye overhead for dagger like icicles hanging precariously over doorways.

If you grew up in a cold climate, snowstorms bring back memories. Bundling up to the point where bending at the waist to pick something up is a feat. Ears so covered that the world sounds muffled. Scarves, mittens and wool socks. Red noses.

Yet another memory resurfaced this weekend while at my sister’s house in Rehoboth. Forts.

Her large backyard, dotted with magnificent oaks and pines, is a deer superhighway. Each dawn and dusk they follow their well-traveled diagonal path from the woods behind her, through the yard and out to the street. Hundreds of hoof prints dot the snowy landscape, at one point passing through an area where numerous bushes and evergreens converge.

Here is where you can tell they rest. Out of the wind and hidden beneath heavy branches. I decided to crawl in to get a better look. I found areas where the snow had been kicked aside exposing the warmer fallen leaves beneath. Oval nest like spaces created, perfect for sleep.  A fort.

My body remembers this. Finding those hidden nooks under the brush where I too could get out of the wind and sit hidden beneath heavy branches. The smell of pine and the hush. A secret world that I was drawn to, much like my soul friends, the deer. Feeling loved and safe. Held by nature.

I would declare it a fort and quickly decide which area was the bedroom and which was for hanging out. Tidying up to make it just so.

Like the deer……

Even in my home I find I have created a fort. A tucked away corner in the great room with a comfy couch, blankets and lots of books. Where my footsteps lead when I want to take a nap, don’t feel well, or simply need an escape from the noise of life.

Remembering,
SARAH

....another word

Yogis,
How could it be time again? Seems I wrote about selecting ‘simple’ as my word for 2024 only a few months ago. At this point in my life a year does not seem enough time to fully integrate all of the aspects one word can contain. There were shifts, but certainly ample opportunity remains.

Perhaps I need a word of the decade! How did you do with your word?

I will keep traveling the path of simple, but also want to add a word for 2025 to take along on the ride. This year it has been challenging. Words came to mind but didn’t feel right. Your word shouldn’t be something you think up or wish you could do. Not what others are doing, but one that stirs something inside.

I asked the Universe for a message on my drive back from the beach and after about an hour was irritated that I didn’t get a response.

Ok, I need to get quiet so I can hear the guidance. I turn off the radio. I drive in silence for the next two hours. Quiet. Maybe that’s my word? No way, that can’t be it. Not a lot of pizzazz to it. Is that really what I hope to create this year?

The Universe kept speaking though. People said quiet in our conversations. It was one of the words in a game I played this morning. I began to feel it and see it. It definitely is my word, and I am embracing it fully.

The world has become loud and that isn’t changing anytime soon. It is challenging to participate and be engaged without allowing the noise to seep in. I haven’t been doing that well recently.

So…… I poured 1000 puzzle pieces on a table which I will do in silence. I pulled out all of my colored pencils and paints and will get back to sitting on the floor in a quiet room to create.

Less noise. Leaving the radio off. Less social media. Less news. Not even turning on music while I move through my day.

Instead listening to birds and the wind. Walking and sitting quietly without a constant reach for distraction. Hearing the voice within.

Listen to silence. It has much to say.  ~Rumi

What is your word? Would love to hear.

Quietly,
SARAH