In the midst of everything recently I managed to get away to Turkey for a few days. It was the first trip abroad in 8 years and I found myself awed by the beauty of the landscape. It really was stunning. And hot! Most days were over 30 degrees, with the exception of the final day which was 29. I spent most of my days reading on the beach and by the hotel pool.. I also found joy in exploring the local shops which were full of quirky handmade gifts, many from the Hindu tradition. The art and culture reflected the sacred beauty in everything around me and reminded me that it does not matter what name we give God or which tradition we follow – the Divine is life itself in all its creative forms.
Beautiful spring flowers out in full bloom at the entrance to my local park today. Such an uplifting sight!
I’m writing in the midst of storm Eunice which is producing 80 mph gusts where I am! However I took the above photo yesterday and it’s a beautiful reminder that spring really is on the way.
On a morning walk with my dog I heard beautiful birdsong and watched the sparrows and tits peeping out of overgrown hedges and disappearing again. And for a second I wished I could join them. I wanted to trade my life as a human with all its pain and complexities for the simple, carefree life of a hedge sparrow. The longing arose from deep within, pointing to a knowledge that no matter what I’m dealing with or the world is facing, my soul flies free. I don’t have to be chained to fears and illusions of this world, only insofar as necessary to play my role here. Jesus said ‘Be in the world but not of it’ and this statement has never felt more true. My heart is the bridge between the spiritual and the physical; I exist in both, but my soul is always home no matter where it is, flying high.
The ocean feeds my soul, reminding me that I am a drop in the ocean of life; like the tides my emotions and experiences ever and flow, but my essence is always at peace, calm and connected.
While out with my dog earlier I saw a squashed seagull in the middle of the road. It’s not unusual to see birds that have been run over in my neck of the woods and it always makes me sad, but today I felt powerfully, almost unbearably overcome with emotion.
This poor creature became a victim in the process of doing what was most natural to it – looking for food in any place it could find some. I imagine someone was driving too fast and/or it was too dark and didn’t see it, or maybe they did and didn’t think it mattered.
Every life matters, it doesn’t matter how big or small or seemingly insignificant it is to someone else. It’s true, sometimes we can’t help but kill something in the process of living our lives, but these instances can be the rare exceptions rather than the rule. Within the cycle of life, every life is precious to that life; it is all sacred.
I’m sorry, Seagull. You deserved to live longer and not have your life cruelly cut short. I hope you’re flying free in Spirit, teaching all the other gulls the joy of Being. You have made me think of the famous Jonathan Livingstone Seagull and how he lived his Earthly life teaching himself to fly high for the sheer joy of it, despite the lack of understanding and distain he received from the other gulls. After a life spent in isolation he went to spirit, only to find he wasn’t alone, there was someone just like him, who in fact was even more evolved. Further inspired by his friend, he reincarnated to Earth to teach other gulls.
I hope that, like Jonathan, you have returned to your Spirit home to continue your evolution at whatever stage you’re at. And that maybe you’ll return to teach us all something, someday!
Leaves floating in the autumn breeze
destined for their resting bed
setting the thicket alight
with fifty shades of gold
gradually turning to ash.
Abandoned trees silent
roots deep in the Earth
secure in their own being
awaiting the return
of the Divine Sun.
I’m staying at my mother’s house for a few days. She lives near a wooded area and welcomes many squirrels into her garden with treats to tide them over the winter months. They are friendly and don’t mind being watched through the glass door- even my mother’s cat watches them- but they will jump onto the fence if approached.
I’m passionate about all birds and living by the sea we get a lot of gulls. Today I noticed a young – perhaps adolescent – gull having a mooch around the grass near the local park. Like most gulls, it was confident and not at all fazed by me and my dog. It seemed entirely alone and happy with the fact.
My dog enjoyed a stroll through the crumpled leaves on this beautiful autumnal day at the local park; for me, a reminder that everything beautiful decays and dies only to be reborn in new form.