Days of reflection and atonement. At-One-Ment. To me, it’s an especially good time to get in right relationship. With the beauty that’s all around you, in this now moment. With the love, safety, and mercy of the Divine that is already always present.
For today’s blog, instead of a story, I’m going to share some of the photos I’ve taken in the last few years, photos of moments of awe. And I invite you to share your moments of awe with me in the comments. If you want to share a photo, you’ll need to include the link to the picture in your comment. I will then upload the image itself. Yay for us and sharing what awes us!!
Here’s what you do. Put the link to your photo (one you yourself have taken), or the page where I can see the photo, in your comment. I will then grab the photo and replace your link with the image itself. You can’t do it yourself, only the admin/site owner can (that’s me!!)
If your photo is on a page with more than one image, make sure I know which one to grab!!
A cathedral of cypresses
Ravens at Stonehenge
Magnolias in bloom
The view from my parent’s grave. Impromptu visit to Mom with my sister.
One of about 12 chicks born on Mother’s Day, just after hatching.
Before I start rhapsodizing about the signs of springs everywhere I look (and in my belly!), I want to express some serious gratitude for this period of discernment and learning that I am in. I am so crazy grateful that I put the brakes on. Stopped the (more desperate than I care to admit) marketing merry-go-round enough to take stock. It was clear to me:
My mission, my gift, my services deserved to be better presented. I deserved to get clarity about what I am about, who I am here to serve, and then to implement what I learn.
And I’m distilling all that I’m learning into new messaging and new offerings. And I’m raising my Amazon shield and ululating my geschrei — that’s Yiddish for a loud yell — and trusting the goddess, and the faith that others have in me even when I can’t feel it myself, and moving forward every day.
It takes chutzpah to invest time and treasure in myself. I have always had plenty of chutzpah for others, but turning it back around so that it was for me, not so easy!
I write in humble gratitude for the people I’ve met, the sights I’ve explored, the food I’ve eaten and cooked, the indelible memories, the photographs I’ve taken, the technology that allows me to post my ongoing travelogue on Facebook, the sacred moments of this pilgrimage, the conversations I’ve had (some in French!), the endless beauty, the quality of the light in Provence, the ability to walk (especially after the couple of days when I could barely do so), my health, how flawlessly all has gone. Je suis complètement et totalement reconnaissante (I am completely and utterly grateful).
Positive gratitudes? Huh? Aren’t all gratitudes positive? Ummm, no. Read on…
I am grateful for a beautiful full-moon ritual Friday night, positive and hopeful and delicious. Any time I get to drum with my sisters is a beautiful gift.
I am also grateful for the love of my sisters and loving them back.
I am grateful for the work I did in my little garden plot this weekend. Cleared the dead vines, weeded (ouch! serious weeding), and planted a new crop: yellow beans, romanos, string beans, snap peas, carrots, beets, three kales, tatsoi. I continue to be very excited about eating food from the garden.
I’m so grateful for my relationship with Ladybug and her family. I’m really enjoying getting to know Edward and Simon.
I’m very grateful that Iris likes the sweater I made. It felt so good to gift her with the work of my hands.
Here are some of the brilliant full moon pix Victoria sent over last night, to celebrate the full moon in Aquarius. You can see the rest of them here.