Signs of life

Butterfly illustration

#tinytruth I see signs. (I wanted to type I see dead people, if only to see the kind of reaction I'd get 😉) But signs are safer, so let's stick with that! ⁣

We don't really 'celebrate' in a big way most of our societies usual traditions... instead I think we focus more on the tiny things we think are worth celebrating... daily mini-wins and moments. But Easter, and Earth Day did give me a prompt to pause and reflect... on springtime, and birth, and death.⁣

I find when I'm out walking I'm always more aware of the signs that Dad's energy is still with me. I find these signs come to me in so many different ways, and the other day, when I felt him really strongly an orange tip butterfly passed by me and I smiled... and as I was calling my sister to say what I'd seen, a second one appeared. Like magic. I truly believe. Then, another sign of things I needed to hear, was I came across this passage in the book called 'Fear' by Thich Nhat Hanh...
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“When you lose a loved one, you suffer. But if you know how to look deeply, you have a chance to realize that his or her nature is truly the nature of no birth, no death. There is manifestation and there is the cessation of manifestation in order to have another manifestation. You have to be very keen and very alert in order to recognize the new manifestations of just one person. But with practice and effort, you can do it. Pay attention to the world around you, to the leaves and the flowers, to the birds and the rain. If you can stop and look deeply, you will recognise your beloved manifesting again and again in many forms. You will release your fear and pain and again embrace the joy of life.⁣⁣”⁣

Nature is like a melting pot of magic signs for me, and these signs bring me comfort, and hope... and definitely make me think more about life and death, and this crazy world that we live in. It also gives me a space to think about the things I believe are worth saving and fighting for, and the things I can release, and let fly. ⁣

Does nature do that for you... send you tiny signs of life? Of hope? ⁣

Tune In.

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I find it fascinating how our brains work. Mine is forever picking up threads, and playing with them a while, weaving them into this blanket of my life. One thread that’s coming up at the moment is around listening into our inner self. We are all unique instruments playing our own songs. As a mother, I find I’m still learning a lot about this instrument of mine, whilst encouraging the kids to play theirs. Sometimes we manage a little melody, often we’re out of tune. I’m learning from them how to truly listen.
Bit by bit I’m tuning in…

Tune into your own heart’s song
— Yoga with Adriene