Happy Monday Beautiful Hearts! Today all signs are pointing towards intention, doing your best, letting it go, living an inspired life and feeling the support of the universe all around you! This little prose was inspired by one of the greatest teachers in my life...Nature. I hope it inspires you to follow the rhythms, notice the Divine timing and be a witness to all that is held within your heart. May you AWAKEN to all the treasures of life...
May you Sweetly Seek:)
In Gratitude,
Sarah
May you Sweetly Seek:)
In Gratitude,
Sarah
Awakening....
The morning was a playful dance of shadows and shapes. The moon dangled over the rivers calm waters, while the sun was still sleeping behind an opaque pillow of clouds. Most of the world lay in slumber while a few eager hearts set out to explore the possibilities of the day.
Emerson awoke with a burst of energy…she could feel the miracle of morning urging her to make her way to the ocean for a spectacular sunrise. She fumbled for her cup of coffee, pulled back her messy hair, and slipped on her worn and well- loved sandals. Nighttime was still savoring the darkness as she piled into her car. She felt a wild awakening in her spirit this morning. The salty air was cool and crisp, but her body was alive with this new day. Making her way to the shore, she was guided by the luscious moon glistening in the Western sky. Its bold shinning was a gorgeous reminder to simply bring one’s gifts as an offering of self. Emerson couldn’t help but smile as she soaked in the presence of this constant beauty. The moon in all of its phases creates a choreographed rhythm of intention. It seeks not to be compared, rather simply witnessed. ‘Funny,’ she thought, I think we are all searching for this gift of being a witness. Snapping pictures and attempting to capture the splendor of this dangling beauty, her camera failed to pixelate this glowing orb. She simply paused and soaked in the moment. “Some things in life just can’t be held by our human devices, they must be retained in the chambers of our hearts” she thought.
Bidding goodbye to the moon, she eagerly parked her car and hopped out to greet the ocean. Time stood still for a moment as she felt the wind whipping her hair. The breeze of the ocean was rustling her spirit towards purpose. Another smiled passed by as she felt her entire body saying YES. Yes to this day, to this adventure of life. The ocean seemed to rescue her from the anxieties of the mundane. Each wave that lapped in brought with it the quality of kindness and ease, and as it traveled back out to the ocean it returned with courage and an engaging presence. The majesty of morning was available for all of the nuances. Emerson dug her toes into the sand, feeling each grain grounding her into the beginning of this day. She closed her eyes and thought of the similarities between the sand and sea. Both marvels of nature were a reminder of the fleeting quality of TIME. The sand slipped back into the ocean as she felt the water rustling around her toes. Emerson laughed out loud as she thought of her life and all that she ‘attempted’ to hold onto….what if she practiced being like a wave? Life washes in and washes back out…the sand is never absolute in its geography, rather always ‘going with the flow.’
Opening her eyes and beginning to walk the shore, she noticed the colors starting to form on the horizon line. Glancing down at her watch she figured she had about 30 minutes until the morning woke up in full color. The Eastern sky enveloped her in support. Every dream she had, every sleeping desire would be waking up with the morning. She continued her walk setting her sights ahead of her. The ocean was nudging her to remember that true sight looks forward and embraces the constant movement of life. Light began to shift colors behind the clouds and the sun kindled the rays of magnificence outwards. She perched her eyes behind the lens of her camera and attempted to capture the secret awakening of the Earth. The sun appeared to awaken without urgency or haste. Each glorious ray made its way perfectly into the landscape of the morning. Emerson smiled again as she soaked in another lesson of the morning, ‘there is no rushing nature, there is no rushing the Divine qualities of my life. Life's blessings will always awaken within you, you must trust that being HERE as opposed to THERE is the gift.' Nature awakens in the perfect time. Emerson savored the sunrise as a dreamer savors the dream. She felt the whispering of spirit, she felt the inspiration of the day, she noticed the presence of beauty, she felt the support of the Earth, the opening of the heavens, the assurance of Divine timing. She trusted it all...every tear, every fear, every joy, every connection...all served to bring her into this friendship of awakening.
The morning was a playful dance of shadows and shapes. The moon dangled over the rivers calm waters, while the sun was still sleeping behind an opaque pillow of clouds. Most of the world lay in slumber while a few eager hearts set out to explore the possibilities of the day.
Emerson awoke with a burst of energy…she could feel the miracle of morning urging her to make her way to the ocean for a spectacular sunrise. She fumbled for her cup of coffee, pulled back her messy hair, and slipped on her worn and well- loved sandals. Nighttime was still savoring the darkness as she piled into her car. She felt a wild awakening in her spirit this morning. The salty air was cool and crisp, but her body was alive with this new day. Making her way to the shore, she was guided by the luscious moon glistening in the Western sky. Its bold shinning was a gorgeous reminder to simply bring one’s gifts as an offering of self. Emerson couldn’t help but smile as she soaked in the presence of this constant beauty. The moon in all of its phases creates a choreographed rhythm of intention. It seeks not to be compared, rather simply witnessed. ‘Funny,’ she thought, I think we are all searching for this gift of being a witness. Snapping pictures and attempting to capture the splendor of this dangling beauty, her camera failed to pixelate this glowing orb. She simply paused and soaked in the moment. “Some things in life just can’t be held by our human devices, they must be retained in the chambers of our hearts” she thought.
Bidding goodbye to the moon, she eagerly parked her car and hopped out to greet the ocean. Time stood still for a moment as she felt the wind whipping her hair. The breeze of the ocean was rustling her spirit towards purpose. Another smiled passed by as she felt her entire body saying YES. Yes to this day, to this adventure of life. The ocean seemed to rescue her from the anxieties of the mundane. Each wave that lapped in brought with it the quality of kindness and ease, and as it traveled back out to the ocean it returned with courage and an engaging presence. The majesty of morning was available for all of the nuances. Emerson dug her toes into the sand, feeling each grain grounding her into the beginning of this day. She closed her eyes and thought of the similarities between the sand and sea. Both marvels of nature were a reminder of the fleeting quality of TIME. The sand slipped back into the ocean as she felt the water rustling around her toes. Emerson laughed out loud as she thought of her life and all that she ‘attempted’ to hold onto….what if she practiced being like a wave? Life washes in and washes back out…the sand is never absolute in its geography, rather always ‘going with the flow.’
Opening her eyes and beginning to walk the shore, she noticed the colors starting to form on the horizon line. Glancing down at her watch she figured she had about 30 minutes until the morning woke up in full color. The Eastern sky enveloped her in support. Every dream she had, every sleeping desire would be waking up with the morning. She continued her walk setting her sights ahead of her. The ocean was nudging her to remember that true sight looks forward and embraces the constant movement of life. Light began to shift colors behind the clouds and the sun kindled the rays of magnificence outwards. She perched her eyes behind the lens of her camera and attempted to capture the secret awakening of the Earth. The sun appeared to awaken without urgency or haste. Each glorious ray made its way perfectly into the landscape of the morning. Emerson smiled again as she soaked in another lesson of the morning, ‘there is no rushing nature, there is no rushing the Divine qualities of my life. Life's blessings will always awaken within you, you must trust that being HERE as opposed to THERE is the gift.' Nature awakens in the perfect time. Emerson savored the sunrise as a dreamer savors the dream. She felt the whispering of spirit, she felt the inspiration of the day, she noticed the presence of beauty, she felt the support of the Earth, the opening of the heavens, the assurance of Divine timing. She trusted it all...every tear, every fear, every joy, every connection...all served to bring her into this friendship of awakening.
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