Ebb and Flow
January 23, 2022
Waves. Wind and water crashing into rocks and earth. Shaping the landscape, ebb and flow. Waves. Fear and sadness worry and grief sorrow, joy and overwhelm. Healing, moving, clearing the way. Stillness. Wind subsides water calms earth holds sunlight warms. Tiny landscapes frozen for a moment in the ice. Stillness. Space for it all. Memories. Love hugs tears remembering. January.
January has been so full. Full of emotional waves as we navigate the anniversary of my mom’s death. Full of amazing beauty. Fred Rogers said in times where things were scary his mother told him to “look for the helpers”. Nature has taught me in and after the storms of life to “look for the beauty”.
This month has offered so much beauty I am overwhelmed trying to process it all. So many photos. So many feelings. Waves, ice, snow, hoarfrost, ducks, eagles and so much more. I want to write post after post but the words are slower than the images. I’m two weeks behind and spring migration will start before I catch up. Maybe this is just the way of things. Maybe the mind is always a step or two behind. We think nature moves so slowly and yet, like time, it also moves so fast.
I find myself needing even more stillness. Even more time spent watching, listening, resting, reading and just observing the rise and fall of my breath. I want to write and create and produce volumes and yet what beckons is much more quiet. We turn the new year and it seems the world says ok, time to get on with it while my inner calendar says no, not quite yet. We still have some healing to do.
The images will have to convey the story for now. A story of wind and waves and sunlight. A story of movement and stillness and beauty. A story that is still unfolding.
PS - if you want to see more images, I post daily on Instagram, Twitter and Facebook. These links are also on my home page here on Substack.
How is your January going? Leave me a comment or a note, I love hearing from you.
What spectacular photos and open-hearted reflection. I have been thinking of you in the season of the anniversary of your mother's passing. I am so glad you are following the inner promptings to be quiet and move slowly. As you know the guides in my dreams have been telling me for three years, "Get quieter." Honestly- I am largely socially isolated in a 300 square foot apartment- how much quieter can I get?! :-) But of course they are pointing to an inner quiet. I wonder if the "it" we were trained to "get on with" isn't mostly distraction, if in fact this different way of living, of being deeply connected within, of moving slowly and being receptive to what calls us isn't the real IT. Much love.
Yes…. Your Dad is amazing ❤️😍