I’m ready.
Ready for life now.
Like the spring,
jumping up now,
opening now,
blossoming now,
fragrant now.
Wind rustling,
petals scattering,
trees that were pink
two days ago
are now green.
Everything is changing,
and I am part of that change.
my petals will scatter,
my leaves will be green too,
stirred in the breeze
giving music to all the trees.
Now just breathe,
just breathe,
just breathe.
You are spring too.
All of a sudden,
I gave myself permission
to be happy,
to heal.
I decided
to learn how to tolerate
feeling good,
to raise my threshold
for success.
I chose
to stop holding myself back,
making excuses.
I had given myself
the most potent medicine there is:
S E L F L O V E
Flowers open in one great pink cloud
hovering in the cherry tree.
Streams flow from the thaw.
Fresh green life emerges
from the tips of saplings.
Dappled sunlight everywhere;
nature’s song echoing
in and around every living being.
Spring is here.
How do YOU sing it?
When I was born
my teacher taught me how to breathe.
I have spent my whole life
trying to remember that lesson.
I realized I didn’t need
as many things
to make me happy.
Just looking up at the sky,
seeing the clouds passing slowly
across a field of pure blue,
was enough to awaken
deep joy in my heart.
May all beings
experience
such simplicity of joy.
Ahh, settling into this moment,
and it feels wonderful, actually.
I had this realization
that my mind was stealing my joy.
I was giving my attention
to painful thoughts—
and believing them.
But then, I chose to think differently.
I chose to focus on
what is working in my life,
how fortunate I am
to have my health,
my home,
my children,
my work…
And suddenly I realized
how rich I am,
how blessed,
how truly sacred
this moment is.
So now,
in the absence
of those painful thoughts,
all that is left is
gratitude and joy.
Ahhhhh, thank you life.
Ah, how Grace does swoop in
with so many blessings
when my heart is open
and my mind relaxed.
I let the old Lorien die—
the Lorien who was attached
to her stories of her woundedness,
beliefs in deficiency,
resentment toward her imagined oppressors—
I let that Lorien die.
The new Lorien who emerged
was willing to put more attention on her future
than the old Lorien was putting on her past.
This new Lorien was excited to know her power.
She longed for more and believed she was worthy
of the good life had in store for her.
In this place of faith and confidence
Grace emerged.
And how it has swept into my life
with so many blessings
now that my heart is open
and my mind relaxed.
