Jan 23, 2022·edited Jan 23, 2022Liked by Karen Davis
"I’m two weeks behind..."
I feel like this is one of those weird human-made things that the rest of Nature wouldn't ever be able to quite get its head around. The ebb and flow of seasons, of weather and climate, of migrations and growth and dying back and coming back - it all just happens when it happens, certainly to rhythms but without a schedule or deadlines, and always finds a way to knit together into the always-unique whole we see. When the pattern changes, adjustments are made. When the weather refuses to bluster like it did the previous year, the silence and peace is there to enjoy and thrive in, and everything gets on with it, because how can there be a schedule if this has never happened before in quite this way?
I feel like that's a good example for us weird humans to follow. To put aside the word "should" (that thing made from self-critical, reality-denying stories of what we *ought* to be doing) and to accept everything as it is, and to listen to what we actually need, and to go and do it, even if the doing looks like nothing much, like sitting and watching the world and listening to it, without striving for anything more than that.
Maybe we're never behind. Maybe we're here, right here, always here, every time, where we need to be for this moment to work its magic on us. And maybe all future moments will sort themselves out in exactly the same way.
I’m glad you honor your internal guide to seek solace in nature and slow down and not push with activities…the soul needs that even when the mind thinks otherwise ❤️😍👍
I found nature was my solace and healer when I went through my divorce years ago…I did not have that luxury when my Mom died as the girls where young and I felt they were my first responsibility so it took longer for me to recover from that loss❤️😍
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.
Dear Karen, I enjoyed your poem and prose writings very much. I too have found the turning of the new year to be a time to honor stillness and find solace in nature. This morning I watch the birds at our feeders and think about how much they have to overcome during the frigid winter days and nights we’ve been having here in Massachusetts. Later today my husband and I will go out and hike a small mountain called Tyringham Cobble. This will bring feelings of joy. To be surrounded by nature and quiet. To breathe in the fresh cold winter air. These are not to be missed. This is a wonderful time of year in its own way!
Gorgeous!
Beautiful 💗🙏
Beautiful photos & such authentic and open reflections on life. Thank you 🙏🏼
Yes…. Your Dad is amazing ❤️😍
"I’m two weeks behind..."
I feel like this is one of those weird human-made things that the rest of Nature wouldn't ever be able to quite get its head around. The ebb and flow of seasons, of weather and climate, of migrations and growth and dying back and coming back - it all just happens when it happens, certainly to rhythms but without a schedule or deadlines, and always finds a way to knit together into the always-unique whole we see. When the pattern changes, adjustments are made. When the weather refuses to bluster like it did the previous year, the silence and peace is there to enjoy and thrive in, and everything gets on with it, because how can there be a schedule if this has never happened before in quite this way?
I feel like that's a good example for us weird humans to follow. To put aside the word "should" (that thing made from self-critical, reality-denying stories of what we *ought* to be doing) and to accept everything as it is, and to listen to what we actually need, and to go and do it, even if the doing looks like nothing much, like sitting and watching the world and listening to it, without striving for anything more than that.
Maybe we're never behind. Maybe we're here, right here, always here, every time, where we need to be for this moment to work its magic on us. And maybe all future moments will sort themselves out in exactly the same way.
All my thoughts to you on this anniversary.
I’m glad you honor your internal guide to seek solace in nature and slow down and not push with activities…the soul needs that even when the mind thinks otherwise ❤️😍👍
I found nature was my solace and healer when I went through my divorce years ago…I did not have that luxury when my Mom died as the girls where young and I felt they were my first responsibility so it took longer for me to recover from that loss❤️😍
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.
Breathtaking shots 👏🤩 and beautiful poetry. Thank you for the great issue.
Dear Karen, I enjoyed your poem and prose writings very much. I too have found the turning of the new year to be a time to honor stillness and find solace in nature. This morning I watch the birds at our feeders and think about how much they have to overcome during the frigid winter days and nights we’ve been having here in Massachusetts. Later today my husband and I will go out and hike a small mountain called Tyringham Cobble. This will bring feelings of joy. To be surrounded by nature and quiet. To breathe in the fresh cold winter air. These are not to be missed. This is a wonderful time of year in its own way!
Prayers ascending for all the time, space, peace, beauty and stillness you need to continue to heal.