Ready To Go

Our baby Robins are ready to fly. There are two of them this year. They have been eagerly eating everything their parents bring them so that they can gain strength and become independent.

Yesterday the baby birds were perched on the edge of the nest like this all day long, so that we thought they would leave yesterday, but this morning they are still there. They understand that the process needs to take its time and to rush it would not be in their best interests.

I am endlessly fascinated with the individuation process. To start out strong, competent and independent is not what is expected in the natural order of things.

It's O.K. to be young and hesitant and even fearful. The right time will come with sincere preparation, intention and patience.

Doing Her Thing

Amidst the confusion, and even chaos, of the ever-changing world around her, she holds steady to the only thing she truly knows -- being herself.

On the Path to a New Day

Going with the Sway

No worries. No problems. Everything's gonna be alright...

Those are the thoughts that I imagine this little beetle is having.

While the wind is blowing and the tall grasses are swaying to and fro the beetle isn't very concerned. Up and down it continues to go about its business while the world outside of its intention is doing something else...

An Abundance of Flowers

The little green bug is back! He (somehow this guy is a "he" for me) was resting quietly planning his next adventure when I found him. I can *quite* relate to him.

I move in such ebbs and flows. I take action and then rest, take action and then rest. In the past every time I rested I worried that I might never take action again since somehow the resting period can feel "wrong" if I let it.

But as I am growing more into myself I am learning that the resting is an integral part of the action. And even, it's not a necessary evil part of the action but an *absolute necessity* part of the action.

Of course the little green bug knows all that without having any stress of outside expectations. He follows his instincts and does what he needs for himself so that he can keep moving on to the next flower and the next and the next...

Tender Embrace