Does a branch ask itself how long it will be covered in snow?
Do the buds get impatient to open in the warming rays of the sun?
How is it that we sometimes put human emotions and limiting questions
onto things we observe around us?
Does nature plan the year ahead?`
Does it have goals?
Does it want to achieve something to obtain accolades?
Do the spring flowers plan on poking their way out of the earth
at such and such a date? Or else?
Does the sky expect applause for being blue?
Who are we without our plans?
Without our set dates,
without our firm and intrepid decisions about this or that?
Who am I
without all of that?
It is easy to cling to ideas that we have closed ourselves into
like a prison of thought forms
swirling around and creating little stories in our heads.
Who am I without these stories?
When I observe nature around me, whatever the season,
I see and feel a sense of beingness
I see an openness and creativity
I see freedom
I see me, just as I want to be.
Feeling a heart-connection with this snow-laden branch as it leads me
towards an attitude of creativity and endless possibilities
to be who I really am.
Thanking Kat Sloma of
for organizing a second year of