be a light in the world

Hello lovelies,

I welcome all miracles, all blessings, all help and guidance, all light.

Somehow I figured out how to post an audio on my blog. 

Here's the link:

The Ramble 10.12.23 🍁 

This is a mundane miracle, I know. I am celebrating nonetheless. 

I often make rambles for friends and family as a way to stay connected. I send one. And maybe they send one back. It's sort of like writing a letter, which I love to do, but mostly it's chatting about things while I walk. In the past, I enjoyed making simple podcasts and posting them on my website which I've let go of for now. And today I thought, try it this way.

For this introverted-extrovert, I need conversation and connection, as much as I need the quiet of solo walks, pushing sunflowers seeds into warm soil, watching hummingbirds, drinking tea on my porch, writing in my notebook.

Have a listen to The Ramble, if the spirit moves you. 

Be a light to yourself.

Be a light in the world. 

love and peace,

b 🐝

 

some days 🍁

October 2, 2023

Some days I wake with what a friend calls, The Wobblies. 

The Wobblies arrive in a wave of worry and generally feeling unsure about the world + my place in it. That's before I've gotten out of bed.  

Morning routines help move me gently into the day, Wobblies or not.

Get up, brush my teeth, put on the kettle. Take my cup of tea and sit out front. 

Before our beloved dog Chewy died this past spring, the two of us would walk around the yard, him sniffing and peeing. Me breathing in the morning air, talking to the succulents, running my hand over the lavender in my neighbor's yard, putting my hand to heart as if my heart could breathe in the glorious scent. 

Always chatting with Chewy, my quiet confidante. 

I'd sit in the fabulous chair I found on a walk one day and write in my notebook about how weird I was feeling, but also about the hummingbirds, two of them, zipping around the front yard, briefly stopping at the sage and salvia for a sip. Chewy laying next to me.

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Today I woke with The Wobblies and a terrible ache for my dog. 

The air cool and crisp which is so lovely here in Southern California. October is upon us + here we go into this sweet season of change. How lucky to be here for all of it. 

Even the ache.

Today I did what I do most mornings. I took a walk. Said hello to the other walkers, people on bikes, people with dogs. Asked if I could say hi to their dog. Get a rub, a feel of fur. Kept walking up San Feliciano, down Providencia for a stop at Buddha's house. 

Did a laying of hands on his head. 

Leaned in for a moment, closed my eyes. 

Kept walking. 

This too, is part of my routine. 

One of my rituals. 

Rituals soothe me. 

October roses soothe too.

How do you soothe yourself?

I lean towards melancholy, especially in the autumn. Susan Cain, the author of Bittersweet, calls herself a happy melancholic. That sounds about right. So much beauty and kindness and love and joy in the world. So much suffering and loss and grief right along side. There is not one without the other. 

We all know this. 

And still, I remind myself daily: Above all else, love.

Namaste, my lovelies.

love, 

B 🐝