Back to Life

I decided 2016 was going to be the year for listening. The year for observing and noticing. Not needing to do because the doing inevitably would occur. Just watching. Becoming increasingly aware of what's unfolding within myself and those around me. 

My sweet spot of observation falls on the breath. Tuning into loud sighs, short and shallow repetitive slurps of air, and disgruntled exhales signaling tension. The body is constantly in communication with us but often we are so busy doing and proving that our ability to notice becomes less and less.

How do you breathe? Are you aware that you are breathing? What does it mean to breathe? What does it mean not to breathe? What does it mean to be alive?

Living is linked to creating, creating attached to living. Can't have one without the other. To be alive means to create. Choice after choice we make our beds, our meals, our realities, come to life.

With the end of 2015, I went on a long walk through the neighborhood collecting all the discarded things I could find in nature; fallen leaves, feathers, dried up flowers, seeds and sticks. All pieces from something still living and growing. All pieces shed from winds, weather patterns or human interference. I walked and watched, picking up the things that were discarded.

With the start of the new year I wanted to shed and discard things of my own but doing so didn't mean that they lost meaning or value. By letting them go I was able to transform the stories, the weight, the excess, into new energy. I was able to create and discover things that wouldn't be possible if they hadn't been dropped.

When we shed the things we no longer need to carry, we can bring other parts of us back to life, reviving ourselves after a hard loss to see things in a different light. With this new perspective we are carried closer to the undiscovered beauty that lies within.

Home after my long stroll with tea in hand to set the mood- laying out my discovered treasure.

Home after my long stroll with tea in hand to set the mood- laying out my discovered treasure.

Starting to build and create.

Starting to build and create.

Back to life.

Back to life.

Just when you think you're done... the scraps.

Just when you think you're done... the scraps.

They made this- rebuilding with new perspective and appreciation.

They made this- rebuilding with new perspective and appreciation.

In this world full of wonder, we come alive by creating.