I am thankful for moments of quiet. In between meetings, I open the window, and breathe.
I am a tulip devotee. I see them as a reward for getting through winter. They are a celebration life.
There will be dark times, there will be light. There will be time to open up, time to close down. We’re all learning.
For just a short while, they will open their petals, expose their hearts and share their gifts. They will be rocked and buffeted. They will sing, weep, laugh, give, receive, learn.
The small things can make a huge difference…
Yoga, meditation, gardening. They fulfil the same function. Flow, connection with myself, connection with the universe. A free flow of giving and receiving. Being alive; feeling alive in every cell of my being, being alive to nature.
We rarely reach the point in life where we can say ‘I have achieved my perfect balance.’ But there are moments. I had one this morning, in the middle of a very unromantic task: taking the kitchen waste out to the compost heap. The light was catching the veg patch just so. I could smell…
Tight-knit: adjective: closely integrated and bound in love or friendship
How is it, when all the others are much bigger, much stronger, more colourful, more showy… how is it that the humble little snowdrop is the bravest of all?
Not every day can be dynamic. Some days you don’t tick anything off your to-do list. Some days you just need to lie in a little patch of sunlight.
Let’s celebrate those who dare to be different. Who let their madness shine through. Who receive a frosty reception but do it anyway.
How we made the most beautiful compost you ever saw…