Sometimes the biggest revelations come with silence and stillness rather then action.

I want to be more the what I am.

I want to learn.

Aromatherapy

Herbalism

Enameling

Metal Clay

Crystal Healing

Reiki

I want to be.

Strong

Fearless
Loving

Compassionate

Tolerant

Just

Inspired

Passionate

 

I went back to my mountains. I missed them. I wonder if they missed me back.

I found myself in a wonderfully productive day today - this necklace (featuring an impossibly saturated blue Lapis Lazuli) and a matching set of earrings will be available in my Etsy shop sometime tomorrow afternoon.

Pussy willows always remind me of my Grandma. She tells me about me being a little girl and going out to collect pussy willows together. There is something quietly exciting about the way Mother Earth wakes up. Slowly and deliberatly the grass greens, the bushes and trees become full, crisp new growth pushes up through the soil.
Spring is where I pause to dream nearly every second moment of the day. I think of where I am and what I am moving towards. I plant the seeds of my future in my heart - hopes, dreams and aspirations. Concious that if these seeds are to become reality, my responsibility is to provide a fertile place for them to grow. Being mindful of my awareness creates a rich "soil" for my dreams to grow. Having courage to fully engage all of my senses and take responsibility for myself ensures my hopes, dreams and aspirations become a reality, bearing fruit.

It's days like today that renew my everything. And moments when I see this man in front of me that take every movement, every breath of life around me and focus it into one pinpoint. He we are, together.

Today held a trip out to storage, collecting my metalsmithing bench. No more pulling my soldering supplies out to a makeshift workspace on the stove and then tucking them away again a short time later. I've got a space to solder, bend metal, cut pieces, polish, wrap and weave wire... and it is set up for any creative whim I may have at any hour of the day.

My Great Blue Herons are back. I see them gliding through the sky on their massive grey blue wings daily. They're nesting, moving from their tree top perch to marshy wetlands to feed then back again. They move with such momentum - their wings sending them soaring forward with every push of air against feather.

I've never taken anyone with me to watch my Herons, but he comes with me this time. In the past year of nomadic life I've forgotten how much this is a part of me. We walk through the forest and find the Heron rookery. Here they are. He sees them and his whole being is in awe, mirroring my own amazement at these magical birds. We watch and then retreat back through the forest path and he spies a downy fluff, the tip of a silvery feather and the cracked shell of a Heron egg that was most likely a Raven's snack.

We are rich in our lives. Blessed with our present. Ready for our future.