Just out here, living my island life, watching waves roll in and out, oohing and awing at big forest trees, wandering along river pathways, watching bugs do their thing, feeling the sun, the wind and the rain, kiss my skin (because this is the West Coast and the weather changes every 20 minutes.😊). And, I love it and I’m really, really, grateful for it🙏.
There’s joy, peace, and healing to be found doing simple things, in ordinary places.
Finding happiness doesn’t have to be so difficult, it’s right there, under your nose, in those simple moments and those little things.
Clearly, adulting is not working,(anywhere in the world).
So let’s put it all down, stop talking and start laughing, stop listening to the news and instead, take time to listen to birds chirping, children playing, rain falling, rivers flowing or waves crashing. Stop scrolling, and take a break from the noise, the politics, the anger, the chaos; and, pull out some crayons, Lego, or play-dough, or go outside and make a tree-fort or make some mud, blow some bubbles, or watch bugs do bug stuff, and remember what it’s like to be playful, creative, happy, connected and alive.
Let’s all just take a break from whatever “This” is.
In the end, nothing will hurt more than; ~ the paths not taken, ~ words unspoken, ~ wounds still aching, ~ moments lost, ~ joy never found, ~ a life not lived, ~ love not shared,
We’re here to take a few chances, have a colourful adventure or two, learn about ourselves, the planet and feel the highs and lows of this pretty amazing and unique human journey we’re on together.
Yup, your heart will be broken, you’ll shed some tears, but, they’ll help you grow. You’ll make a lot of mistakes, you’re supposed to, you’ll learn from them and you’ll move on.
You’ll get lost over and over again, but, you’ll figure it out and find your way back. You’ll get hurt, don’t let that stop you. You’ll fall a few times, and, you’ll get back up.
You will be both tutor and student, continually; learning and teaching; hurting and healing; loving and grieving, all at the same time.
You’ll question your beliefs, the loyalty of others and the reason you exist at all. Each fall, every adventure, every mistake, every success and failure is a step closer to figuring it all out.
Don’t waste it. Be brave, bold, and curious and fully own this thing called life. This is your adventure. Stay true to your path, let others do the same.
And, when your journey is over, I hope your knees buckle, you fall to the ground, with a big crooked grin on your wind kissed face, a heart full of happy memories, and, your final thought is “wow, that was amazing, absolutely frickin’ amazing.
The world is restless, noisy, filled with injustice and chaos right now. But, WE can still choose, peace, stillness, truth and kindness amidst the chaos❤️☮️.
Perhaps life isn’t about becoming any one thing, but becoming many things; such as; kind, loving, grateful, compassionate, and, a good steward of the planet; not rich, famous, beautiful, perfect or idealized; but BEING the things that make us ALL better, not just a few better.
This sweet dream carried me away to a field of flowers, where I fell in awe of the tapestry of colour so brilliantly stitched together.
Floating above the field, I gazed down upon tall golden sunflowers, lupins exploding in hues of purple and blue, sunny daffodils and wild crocus all sharing the same soil and blooming side-by-side.
Crimson poppies, delicate white daisies and purple bachelor buttons, their stems splendidly entangled, grew freely, no fences, no boarders, just beautiful wide open space allowing their roots to stretch and grow.
Bees, butterflies, birds and bugs of every type, moved above, below and upon the tapestry all doing their part.
Rays of sunlight kissed each flower, and bounced off dew-drops, making everything sparkle. Tiny delightful buttercups dancing between it all, knit this rich bouquet of diverse colours, scents, sizes and varieties together.
How wonderfully all life here cooperated, grew, bloomed and thrived perfectly together, it was stunning.
Then a single dandelion, falling to seed at the end of her days, but still so beautiful, called to me and asked if I’d like to make a wish upon her, I did. I was moved that in her final moments of life, she still had something to offer, and she offered it to me.
As I continued to float above this kaleidoscope of grace and peacefulness, the flowers became us; me, you, my family, my neighbours, strangers and I knew this peaceful field was showing me, how life could be, how life should be.
Then, I drifted back to this world, and woke, with new hope and optimism for our own diverse, and colourful human garden.
~ Stare into a wild garden for a while and you’ll see how life could be.
The Whimsey Angel 