I AM A PLANT

There is always music amongst the trees in the garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it.
— Minnie Aumonier

I pruned my head this week, as one prunes a tree in preparation for Spring — my own internal and external Spring. I spontaneously bid farewell to all of my hair. For new growth, for raw, authentic presence, for lightness and freedom and simplicity, for cultivating intentionality, for women, for my children, for my spouse, for the world, for 77 other reasons, and for quiet. Especially for quiet. This act and ritual of courageous self-love marked a new season of symbolic rebirth, renewal, and transparency for me. Becoming “bare” has opened up new field of quiet for me, in many magical ways, where I can listen and perceive, with newfound focus, to the quiet amongst the trees in the garden of my life. In this raw quietude, I can hear the whispers of what needs tending to — and I can water and nourish that, as I love a plant. May we often remind our hearts to capture the lovely silence of growing things: our children, the unrushed and delicate natural world, and our soul’s garden. And, as a plant, may we always lean towards the light, especially when the skies are gray.

Me in Bloom

Me in Bloom

Wabi-Sabi

What is wabi-sabi?  

My distillation of the philosophy and aesthetic wabi-sabi:

A Japanese concept that emphasizes finding beauty in the natural imperfections of nature and life cycles; honoring the wisdom and gifts harboured within such authenticity and transience.

 

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Honoring Native American Wisdom

Yesterday, the day after the U.S. Thanksgiving holiday, was the designated Native American Heritage Day (holiday).  This got me thinking about the meaning of the word native, with all of its complexity, and for all that it can represent.  It got me thinking about how I love to learn from and honor heritages other than my own.  Honoring the richness of the fabric of humanity every day, in some way, is important to me.  I always find myself within it—always do.  It got me reading.  Now, it has me sharing today’s musing with you.  

As I write this note, I am boundlessly grateful for the seals barking outside, as they relish in the rolling, misty fog that soothingly and refreshingly blankets us this afternoon.  I am grateful for these still moments, with my black lab underfoot, where I can listen—truly and actively listen—to living nature, to its whisper, and to be anointed by its delicate magic.  I am grateful to share a few words here with you, along with the following beautiful Native American prayer that found me today.  I feel so fortunate to be held by these wise words today—precisely what I needed.  Thank you to the Puebloans for inspiring me in so many ways today.  Indeed, we are all connected, and their courage and wisdom is woven into our present.  Thank you for sharing this moment with me.  

Love ~ Katherine R.

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