“I am the immeasurable potential of all that was, is, and will be, and my desires are like seeds left in the ground: they wait for the right season and then spontaneously manifest into beautiful flowers and mighty trees, into enchanted gardens and majestic forests.” – The Vedas
The one thing to be grateful for, is that there are seasons in life. Not only do we witness the change of winter into spring, and summer into autumn, but we can also witness the changing seasons in the stories of our lives.
There are the obvious cycles of life: being born as a baby, and going through the growth cycles of the child and the young adult to reach maturity. Then, if we are lucky, we enter the final season of our life, where everything becomes slower and quieter, and we prepare for the completion of life, the end of a storyline.
In addition, we have ‘coming together’ seasons, and ‘saying goodbye’ seasons. We have seasons of gathering and seasons of letting go, of allowing what needs to die and come to an end. We have seasons where there is an abundance of love, and times when we feel far removed from love and support. We have seasons of health, and we have difficult times, when we have to deal with health issues.
The grace of life, which we can witness in the first blossoms of spring, is that there is always the promise of new beginnings, even after a very harsh winter. Another cycle starts, bringing with it seeds of promise, reminding us of what can be. We should notice and embrace the fluttering in our hearts, wanting to believe that what will come is going to be better than what has gone before.
In those moments, we can pause to cup our hands and open our hearts to invite the goodness of life back again. We acknowledge the desire to experience more joy, and then we suddenly find it, as we bury our faces in the softness of peony petals and breathe in beauty.
By allowing ourselves to experience the exquisite beauty of a flower, we can be inspired to start creating something new. To bring something forth that has not been in the world before. To celebrate each new creation as the greatest achievement. And to know that it is enough. That we are enough. That life is about being true to who we are and express that with wild abandon.
Like so many others, I discovered the joys of baking my own bread during lockdown. And returning to something as basic as breadmaking, felt so good, so nourishing and so fulfilling.
The whole process of creating from a living culture, feeding it, taking care of it and ultimately using it to create a nutritious loaf of bread, became a huge part of every day.
And then it brought such joy to share it with my loved ones, and to witness the happiness on their faces, as they bit into a steaming slice of home-baked bread. For me, it was also about realizing that, by using such simple ingredients as flour, water, oil and salt, I can create a masterpiece that brings joy for a moment.
Sometimes, life asks of us to return to the basics – to simplify our lives and return to a place of quiet knowing, in which we understand that the way in which life shows up for us at any moment, is just perfect. Embracing the moment, we know that it is part of a season that will eventually pass. Then we can relax into life and become part of its greater cycles, which have an inherent rhythm and wisdom we can trust.
Life offers us many chances to start anew. Every morning, there is a new day. Every moment is a fresh start. We always have a choice – a choice to start creating from our heart’s desire, to leave behind what has happened, and to allow ourselves to step into the possibility of something completely new.
Bringing together what we really, really love, we can find creative ways to express those passions. And when we view life through the lens of wholeness, understanding that there is a perfect underpinning that supports what we desire to create, we can step fully into our true raison d’être, our reason for being.