A flower, blooming

Birthday thoughts (click the player at the top of the email to hear me read it to you)

Hello friend.

It is my birthday (are you tired of hearing this yet?), and that means I’m reflecting on the goodness of this life. But I’m also more tuned in to the sunshine as it falls on my face, my arms, the windowsill at my side.

I’m looking at a daffodil slowly opening from its perch on my desk, a gift from a dear friend.

I’m thinking about new life, the fresh energy that spring brings.

I’m also feeling the tenderness of turning…of turning forty-three, of turning toward another unknown day. Of turning toward the nuance of feelings simmering just beneath the surface, like a buzzing of energy in my fingertips, my heart…even down to my toes.

I’m turning toward the sun like the daffodil, letting the light coax me open. I’m unfurling-still-always, into being.

I’m wondering today, how are you? What is inviting you to pay more attention? To let your heart open a little more with wonder, curiosity, or trust?

I want to leave you today with a gift of my own. A prompt to take into your own life, whether you set a timer and write on it for ten minutes, or simply mull it over as you go about your day.

Is there a tiny anchor of goodness you can tether to your heart to keep you grounded in this moment, this day?

Let it bring you back over and over again.

Back to now. Back to the moment. Back to yourself.

For me, that tiny anchor is a flower, blooming. The daffodil.

Will you tell me yours?