It’s been said that Spring in Colorado is spelled w-i-n-t-e-r. And that certainly seemed true when Spring sprung last Sunday. That day, Spring Equinox, I co-led a group of amazing women on a nature wander with my friend Maria of Wild Wisdom Coaching. And though we slogged through the snow for a good portion of it, our time together was a celebration.
What are you celebrating this Spring? Are you celebrating? I think it’s time to celebrate ourselves. We’ve been through enough.
After our nature wander, it occurred to me that I’ve journeyed through these last couple of pandemic years making big changes to my life and in myself. Some of it has been hard shit! All of it has been hard work. Yet, I have not paused to congratulate myself for my accomplishments. I just moved from pandemic time to the more open now time and kept on going. Have you done the same?
One of the images we worked with in our nature wander is the sense of ourselves as a seed, buried deep into the earth receiving nourishment from the soil. Some of the nourishment is nutrients, all the good and healthy stuff. But the other part is compost, those life experiences that have challenged us, maybe even stretched us to our limits. This compost, added to the nutrients, is what helps us grow. The toughest times in life, once composted, transform into wisdom. Like the proverbial lotus growing out of the mud.
We often make it through the demanding times and perhaps pause a minute to breathe a sigh of relief, but we don’t applaud ourselves for getting there. No pats on the back for our own achievement, no glasses raised in cheer.
Once again, I notice our cultural conditioning (particularly for women) to be modest and quiet. We move through, we move on. We don’t stop to appreciate our growth. It’s up to us to change this. We must change it because we need celebration to help raise the collective energetic vibration of the planet.
So, “Yay me!” for completing a 2-1/2-year Spiritual Intuition program that was in large part about digging deep to heal my own karmic wounds. And “Yay me!” for navigating the last year and a half as a single person in an unconventional way that does not make sense to many people. “Yay me!” for supporting my daughter through a personal crisis that felt like a dark night of my own soul. (She is doing quite well now, by the way.)
What will you celebrate about you? Please reply and let me know! It’s an honor to hold space for each other when we are hurting, but a delight to hold space when we are joyous.
Another image we meditated on at the nature wander was the seed cracking open and becoming a tiny sprout pushing through the dark soil, reaching toward the light. Then the plant grew a flower, bursting open with color in its own unique way. It rose from a rooted place. Later, we welcomed Spring by dancing on the snow.
This is what I wish for you as you enter Spring. May all the difficult things you have wintered transform into glorious, radiant wisdom that you dance with in celebration of you.