Here I sit. It is Friday, the end of the first week of school. It is a precious week. It is a week of beginnings and fresh starts. It is a week of renewed friendship and new relationships. At the first part of the week there was excitement, anticipation and anxiousness. By the end of the week, we are back in a routine, a cycle, a schedule. No longer jumping out of bed but holding on until the last necessary second in order to not be late. There is tiredness as the adrenaline releases and the work sets in.
How often in life, just like the first week of school, do we start out with pure energy, whether it is the start of a new job, a new relationship, or even a new exercise routine. But then as the week or months or years draw out our energy feigns. Where did it go? Why didn’t it last? Can we get it back or do we start anew. We are different now. Life is different now.
We change from moment to moment swirling like the wind in a storm. A powerful unexpected storm came through yesterday while I was working. My cat was nervous. Trees swayed, branches flew and leaves fell. It looked like fall without colored leaves. I walked my path this morning as always. It was different, very different from yesterday’s walk. There was debris everywhere. There were dead trees down, branches in my way and berries and leaves at my feet. Nothing was the same.
In nature storms are natural, a part of the life cycle. The trees were not crying that they lost a leaf or even a branch. They understand this is a natural occurrence. It is part of their growth. They awaken each day with pure energy and a fresh start, thankful that they are still standing, feeling the warmth of the sun and the cool morning breezes. They get to move in the wind, sway to the rhythm of life.
If you have lost that feeling of pure energy, return to your Mother, Mother Earth. She will teach you that you are indeed pure energy. With a grateful heart you can begin again each day shaking off the storms of yesterday and allowing and anticipating the new growth of today.
Love, “with a heart of peace,”
Susan J. McFarlandSeptember 2014