We found this little robin’s nest and eggshell right outside our back door. We’ve so loved it that it’s been on our “nature table” all spring and summer (aka the center of our kitchen table).
For me, this summer has felt like spring. Not outside, that’s for sure. But rather inside my heart space.
Spring. The season of new possibilities. Birth. Life outside the nest.
I am “outside the nest” now more than a few years ago when I was busy birthing babies. I am still drawn back to my usual “earth element” of hearth and home, barefoot in the grass and connecting to the earth. But right now, I find myself being called to taking flight.
To sweep down and “touch” a story in my heart without getting pulled into it. To fly alongside the flow of my thoughts, like a bird flying alongside a river, without getting tossed into the waters of deeply entrenched patterns of thinking. To explore the landscapes of possible paths before me, before our family, without committing to one and writing it in stone.
This is refreshing.
The air element encourages me to stay light. It gives me permission to change directions, taking on a new perspective very easily, moving through an array of emotions swiftly and effortlessly, and dabbling in new ways of thinking, being, relating and doing – like I’m trying on new new clothes and styles. It encourages me to see the big picture and take in the whole landscape rather than getting lost in the weeds.
I hear thoughts such as “Oh this is easy!” And “Try a new way. Here’s one!” And “Choose what is fun to do.” And…”No biggie.” And “I don’t need to get mired in this.”
I feel things like “soft” and “free” and “unbridled” and “light” and “quiet “ – the kind of quiet you hear standing on top of a mountain.
And like a bird, I don’t fear falling. The graces of gravity, the winds, the hand of the Divine lift me into the spaciousness of the heavens where I can soar, listening only to the wind, my breath, and my Heart.
I have no idea where these winds will take me. But I am enjoying the flight.