A few storms have moved into my neighborhood. Not only in the sense of a few unrestful feelings, but also in the form of lower temperatures and mountain snow. I recognize that my creativity peaks whenever adversity strikes and the ideas are just pouring out of me. I have no choice but to jot them down for times when I will be able to engage in the process of bringing them to live.
I’m seeking solitude in nature today and trust her to calm my troubled soul. I’m ok for the most part, but I’m still working through the helplessness of not being in a position of changing things a whole lot right now. In the meantime reality still causes me some grief and remains unchanged.
Today my wisdom reminds me to seek a pop of color whenever your skies are gray. This picture was taken last week and shows that your pop of color can come in all kinds of shapes and all kinds of places. It doesn’t matter where it is, or what it is you do, just find the spot that puts your soul at ease and allow the stresses to melt away. Xo 🦋