When you pay attention, you invest in your health and well-being.
Attention is being fully present and observing the sensations of your body, the feelings and emotions that flow through you, the thoughts that move through like clouds on a breezy spring day. It is observing what is – without opinion, perceiving the deep knowings within your heart that lie beneath the noisy surface chatter of daily life.
GCW and sycamore
Attention is gentle focus without wavering, a disengaging of the brain, for the brain will talk you out of anything!
Attention is engaging a clear eyed focus on what is – without the running commentary, judgment, minimizing, fooling yourself, criticism, denial, delusion, propaganda, image management, or any of the tricks your brain can devise to pull you away from your true power.
When you attend without judgment to what is, you give yourself an amazing gift of clarity, of peace. You can release worry and fear and discover lightness of being.
Pay attention and taste the sweetness of this moment!
Dear ones, those of us rooted in the north now notice the low sun dipping ever more to the south, day by day inching toward the horizon. Perhaps you at the so called top of the world are already plunged into darkness.
Grandmother Cottonwood low winter sunlight
Once again we have faith and we know as the ancient ones knew that our sun, the life giving sun, will soon be reborn and with its resurgence will come spring – new life – and summer once again when all growing things rejoice in life itself!
For now, during the darker time, the short days, gather in, rest, sit snug by the fire. Go inward and make plans. Cease your endless striving for a time. Under the frozen ground life is whispering, renewing itself. It will return in its own true time.
Now at the solstice it is time to rest, renew and rejoice in the cycles of life and death, light and dark, rest and action. You too are attuned to these primal rhythms.
You are light. You are dark. You are sunshine and shadow. Embrace the whole of you, the whole of all of life.
I’ve gotten my “haircut” for the year. Most of this year’s leaves are already scattered around my base, yellow and decaying, becoming food for next year’s growth and shimmering display. A few of my dying leaves, still attached, flutter in the fall breeze sending silvery light through the woods and prairie margins.
Come and visit us here in the woods. Quiet down and listen to the sighing the singing, the flowing and fluttering, the heartbeat of the natural world that supports and feeds and nurtures each and every one of us.
Come visit your fellow earth inhabitants! Know that we love you! Turn off that shiny “smart” object, put it in your pocket and commune with us. Tune into your wild nature and remember your roots in the rich earth. You are a beloved spirit, an irreplaceable part of the web of the whole.
We nature spirits and beings long to connect and uplift you, to soothe and comfort, and hold your feet firmly to the earth, the magnificent green planet that is our home.
Hackberry tree bark
Lie on our fragrant cushion of fallen leaves, listen to the rushing creek, the birdsong, the crickets. Know that you belong, that we all belong together.