A Garden of Being

Campana's Gardens Metal Structure

My husband and I have had a garden party every summer for 15 years.  We invite our friends, neighbors, our staff and our business customers — most of who fit into the friend or neighbor category, too.

The picture is of a metal structure that was gifted to my husband by four really good friends for his upcoming birthday.  We intend to move it to “the perfect spot” when we find it.  We have 2 1/2 acres of paths, gardens, a pond, a vineyard and truthfully it’s just an awesome sanctuary, if I say so myself.

I came in from this sanctuary just moments ago and felt I had to state my gratitude for life’s design. I had been sitting at one of our newer seating areas — a new deck built by another good friend — and as I looked out on the property and looked at the pond and then watched my cat, Gloria, walk over to me and flop down beside me, I was moved to tears. Life has been good to me AND I’ve been good to life.  If it wasn’t for me following life’s designs throughout the years, I wouldn’t be sitting at the dining room table typing this into my blog.

Even our modest house is harkening me to tears:  the downstairs rooms painted several years ago by another good friend.  The colors:  Paprika and Sage Green in the kitchen, Cashew and Sage Green in the living room and Paprika in the hallway. The colors are still rich and stunning even after these several years.

Gratitude for this garden of being — inside and outside.  Gratitude for my garden of being — my body, my mind, my heart guided and served by Spirit.

Among the many aspects within my stewardship , I give tarot readings and the cards say this is a year of manifesting my dreams.  The cards never lie.

 

 

Being Me

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I’ve loved this photo from the first day I saw it.  That would be me hanging upside down during a ballet class.  I never took any ballet classes when I was little.  First, we didn’t have the money and second, my mom knew me well enough to know I could never pay attention long enough to get through a class with such a structured environment.  Back when I was growing up there was no ADHD or ADD given as a diagnosis.  I was just me being me.  Rebellious.  Sassy.  A potty mouth — descriptions of me being me then and I would say those same descriptions hold true for me now — I would add “Real” though.  Rebellious. Sassy.  Potty Mouth.  Real.  Me being me.  Gratitude for all things they say.  I am definitely grateful to be me.

How about you?  Are you being you or are you being someone you think you’re supposed to be — for someone else?  I did that stint, too.  “Me being me” took a back seat for several years; the “me thinking I needed to be what someone else thought I should be” taking front and center stage.  Whew, am I ever glad that era is over.  

It took a good friend, a group of wonderfully spiritually-oriented people, and a greeting card to get me back on track.  The good friend remained steadfast through the many alliterations of me and continues to be a life force friend to this day; the group of people are still around, too, only dispersed throughout the world these days (each of us knowing we could call on one another and we’d be there in a heartbeat); and the greeting card that arrived in the mail one day.  All that was handwritten inside were three words, “Where Are You?”

Those three words changed my life.  I made an about-face; made the lifestyle changes required for me to begin being me again and voila’.  I am here.  Me being me.

The invitation is always present.  Where Are You?  May I have this dance?

 

Risking My Significance

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“I will not die an unlived life; I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise. I choose to risk  my significance; to live so that which came to me as seed goes to the next as blossom, and that which came to me as blossom goes on as fruit.” — Dawna Markova

My passion is for living life to its fullest.  No, I don’t mean sky diving or swimming with sharks or having to surf the big wave.  Those things are around DOING.  My passion is for BEING.  I love the fall colors this year in my neck of the woods — beautiful colors that actually take my breath away.  A swift gasp of “oh my God” followed by a moment of thankfulness for being alive in this moment, to actually be a part of nature’s magnificent magic.

I am an alchemist, too.  Perhaps not with the ease and grace of Mother Nature.  Perhaps not with the grandeur and nobility of her grand scheme of things.  But an alchemist, none the less.  I am about transformation and to be about transformation, one needs to take risks…the simple risk of letting go of things that I didn’t even know I was holding on to.  It’s a sensation of lightness.  “My yoke is heavy by my burden is light.”

Risking my significance for an opportunity to stand in the eye of the whirlwind is like allowing a seed to burst into its unique life form.  And if you’re laughing at that statement, good!!  There is no “allowing” a seed to burst into its unique life form. That’s called Life..it happens as part of the divine design.  And we are just like those seeds, we too are part of the divine design.  We have unique life forms — each and every one of us.  If we would truly risk our significance to allow our uniqueness to grow and flourish — from seed to blossom, from blossom to fruit, my what a different world we would find ourselves in.

I risk my significance every time I step into my Nia class to teach.  If I were more interested in how I looked and in teaching perfectly, I would miss out on those extraordinary moments of transformation.  Miracles.  They’re always there, waiting for us to open up and receive them.

A wing, a torch, a promise.  Yes.