Morning Stroll Taking it all in before winter comes, I welcome the new day with a meditation stroll, cup of steaming tea in hand. I see the tree making its transition to fall, quietly, patiently humming its riot of red. 🌲
Fall in Vestal It's my first time witnessing fall in the northern hemisphere. Every day, I walk the same path and witness nature shifting, painting a new canvas before me. She reaches out with her brush, dabs a little red here, a little yellow there. A million leaves. I can almost see them, one by one, evolving. I walk the same path every day. I could easily get bored. But how? To wake up and see the world anew, fresh with wonder is all I need. Every single day. One leaf at a time. Ever grateful. If only we could enjoy our own changes, the seasons within, with the same patience.
THE SIMPLE LIFE Nothin' much, just a little yoga after weed whackin' in the garden.
SUNSET IN VESTAL This morning I started a writing practice to finish my book manuscript -- 5 to 8 AM, everyday for 30 days, come what may -- somewhat like a #NaNoWriMo workshop. Last night, I went on my daily walk to clear my head so I could be ready. I heard wind rustling in the trees as I thought of the seemingly daunting task of facing the blank page in a matter of hours. I resented my fear, my thoughts for gnawing at my peace, but I forgave them and let them go. Then this blessed spectacle brought me back to the moment. I had my answer: There's nothing to be afraid of. Just write from the heart and speak your truth.
Nothin' much, just winterizing my yoga practice. Isn't my new outfit otterly beautiful? 😜
Eye candy ... You have no idea how something so simple brings me so much joy. Well, it's not that simple. Ask the sun that warned the soil that sprouted the seed that grew after the clouds burst with water. Ask the farmer who harvested and brought these to market. And I pop 'en like candy, so fresh and real, honesty in every bite. Tastes so good, plain or with a little sea salt. Just like that. A simple joy.
THE ART OF LIVING FEARLESSLY Some people have asked me why I wasn't afraid to take off without a set destination, living out of one suitcase. The answer to that is easy: I spent my whole life up until Easter Sunday learning some humbling lessons and no way in hell was I going to turn 50 this coming November holding a space of fear. This isn't some daunting, courageous or impossible thing, this living fearlessly ... On the contrary: it's simple but you need to let go of all that which no longer serves your higher purpose. That first step only took me 49 years to take 😵 See, it was more of a lift off ... Fly free, bird. Decluttering my life was the best decision I ever made. Surrender has brought me untold abundance and gratitude. . . . I could have all the riches in the world, but my wealth is my health and to be able to stand solid in the world with an open and connected heart -- which is why you see my crazy ass doing this pose in locations that are particularly vibrant -- is a way of reaffirming that home is where the heart is and that I carry this heart now without the weighted baggage of my historical past. . . 💚Nothing real can be threatened. Only love is real. Fear is an illusion. Herein lies peace.💚 (Paraphrase from A Course in Miracles)
DAILY CONSTITUTIONAL These fields grace my eyesight every afternoon. Today the scent of grass after rain was intoxicating and I caught myself lost in the sound of the wind. Wouldn't it be amazing if life was like this every day: to wake up and see the same thing with fresh eyes over and over again. To live in awe of the things we take for granted. I have yet to see the long-time locals walk around here, but to me the quiet serenity is paradise. I'll take it, take it all in, fully in this moment.
DOWN AND DIRTY IN THE GARDEN Food is life. Food is medicine. There's nothing better than getting your hands in the dirt and feeling the Earth's power, in cahoots with the sun, to nourish our bodies. Gardening brings me back to that grounding reality of abundance in one tiny seed. I 💚 to hold space here, it frees me from the bondage of psychological time and brings me to the bountiful now. Think about all the people who labor so you can eat. Feel this though from a place of gratitude. This is why we say grace at table: to eat in a space of grace and gratitude, taking nothing for granted. #powerofnow #vicequeentravel