“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky” Kahlil Gibran
Trees weather life's storms, take delight in the sunshine and the nourishment of rain. Their growth comes from their roots, up through their trunks, into their limbs. New leaves blossom. Flowers grow. And trees continues to look to the heavens, reaching for the light. What a metaphor for life!
𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘𐩘
As I move into another chapter in my life, my quintessential beliefs continue to nurture my heart and spirit. Time is moving quickly, yet almost standing still waiting for my next adventure. As new branches and leaves blossom... so, too, does my creativity. Words and art are embedded in me, waiting to be nurtured in order to emerge.
I listened to my soul at a white stone ceremony* on New Year's Day, and the word "clarity" showed up as my 2019 mantra.
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A white stone ceremony can be a pathway. When you listen to spirit and ask for a word it will be revealed. As you begin to listen to your inner spirit this will guide you to your highest good.
What does "clarity" mean to me? It reminds me to take time to breathe in life, to learn new things; spend time with family and friends, and to be of service to others. It also means finding clarity of purpose and a vision for the future.
So with clarity in mind, I made a big decision this month to leave the art show circuit and find other ways to exhibit and sell my art. The Universe let me know that I had made the right choice by immediately finding a wonderful buyer for my booth.
Release and let go is what I did when the Essence of Laurel booth went to a new home after my very last show. Amazing timing I must say!👍
I know that the photographer who bought the booth will make it his own and enjoy the adventures he will have at shows, as I most certainly did. I call these encounters "tales from the booth." Hmmm ... now that's something to write about!
For quite some time, my writing has been tightly contained - stubbornly blocked. Words are in me somewhere - and will blossom naturally, with all the elements coaxing them out. The light, the dark, the music, the quiet, the storms, the sunsets, the possibilities given me each new day.
No regrets. "Yes" to new adventures and what's to come. At 73, time is a most precious gift and should be used to its fullest. Stay tuned. Laurel 💫💜
