Searching for the good light

Photo by @maggiehongkong -“ Try and play and let them blossom”

Try and play and let everything blossom.

Including you.Including me.Including us.Including every one and the one in us.

I could extrapolate this to a mantra in action, a method that I apply instinctually, following a flow of insights, and acting on an impulse hard perhaps to define today in the perfect words.

All words are of becoming.

All words meet this circle of seekers and become resonance.

I look and try to listen. In this case our object of communication is the orchid in the photograph above. I looked at this orchid for weeks and months. Does she like the corner she was placed in, does she like the light, the sun rays, the heat, does she like living with me? They are all questions I practice with everything surrounding my “sanctuary” ,( a compliment received yesterday and well used today and forever! :) thank you friend). With every close moment we shared with this plant like whenever I was changing the soil, or watering, or cleaning some dry branches, or swiping shine her leaves, I wondered and asked her :”Do you like it here?” “What would make you strive and flourish again?”

At times I could see her struggling. Should I be a bit too tired, the plants get upset too, the transfer of energy happens too quickly for me to counterbalance. Yet, with every leaf or branch getting yellow and about to fall off, I also now try to keep myself in check. I use this internal method of a sort of check-in and mirror I hold dear to my heart. A warning that perhaps my resources I value so deeply are not that available and nourishing as I would dream of.

Retrogrades, eclipses, full moons…. Feelings.

I was dreaming last week evolving around the 8th of March, a day celebrating women across continents, to write this heart felt essay on how inspiring and important I find women’s love for service, for nurturing, for creating, for standing by and supporting others, at times all family or many families at the same time, and all that hard work that goes into it. Everything about that intention is deeply heart felt even today, now and it is with every day I awake and start anew. It is truly not about 8th of March. It is for taking this conscious intention and acknowledge with every sun rising or sunsetting that women are a force of nature that could move mountains.

Homework for me in progress to hone and give the time for such a essay to be born and shared, eventually on a very different day than 8th of March.

As it happened for few of us awaiting this day quite eagerly, we were so glad that the sun was bestowing upon us after few days of gloom, rain and chills. The sun was warming us from inside out. There was a party of celebrating a friend with friends and here is where the attention went. In the moment, in that coming together, I already knew that we celebrate all above. The intention set in love has moved the chills away, has scattered the clouds, has made room for warming all of us up.

I looked patiently around and I offered my thanks.

We might be searching for the good light for a flower, for a friendship, for a painting, for our own mind and we might be truly be gifted with it. Take this miracle of a moment and just look at everything that surrounds you.

I went back home that day and checked all my plants, and moved few of them around.

A practice of un-wintering.

From here:

Photo taken by my friend Elena in Bucharest, only few weeks back

This image too offered me much joy.I have missed the heavy snow in Bucharest only by a matters of days. And yes, snow is not a sight we can have in Hong Kong. The feeling however of surrendering to cold and chills was feeling the same on different continents. I was still caught in the deep wintering moods, early sleeping hours, very dark mornings, unfriendly winds and many many shawls to keep me warm on the ferry, at work, at home, cozy blankets and all. I did prefer to look and loose myself in this photo though reminding me of my days walking to the university on the heavy snow days. We never thought we should stay home. It was an act of commitment and a thing we had to do, without any over thinking. I wanted to reconnect with that part of me in the week leading to 8th of March too.

Reaching out to my plants and seeing them also sort of sad or unhappy, raised a little flag. Where is that kid going to school without overthinking the elements, the early summer storms, the -20 degrees at times, the frozen socks and boots, gloves and wool hats that we had to dry on the radiators at all times. Radiator might be a key word here however, not for our debate here today.

That kid lives still inside of me, I connect often to her and I am ever so inspired by her resilience, by her unquestioning devotion to people, flowers, trees, dogs and other wordly or unworldly beings.

This practice of un-wintering in March might have many roots, birthdays galore around me, a good time of reflection and retrograding with myself first and foremost, and equally potent the sensation of re-birth. A beautiful feeling of emergence arises even more so when the sunshine meets us at midway.

So we un-winter from that white, pure, heavy snow to this light, to here. A painting for a dear friend, Anca Medrea.

Cheers to the spring in you where our resources and energy jolt anew and enliven our dearest hearts almost instantly.

Cheers to the young ones in us who offer so much to everyone with immense goodness and commitment. Just because. Just because also someone else’s ethic, sense of responsibility and action has been also luckily maintained in our genes and DNA.

Cheers to the young ones who meet us halfway with big eyes and who can also nowadays are doing a much better job at discerning when to say “yes” and equally, at times even more importantly so, when to say”no”.

I raise my full cup of joy and humble smiles to all out there supporting us to constantly create and keep acting on pure and good intentions.

I bow deeply to the interwoven miracles of relationships who make us stronger and inspire us daily. They are here. Look for them and let us put them of that pedestal of eternal gratitude.

The orchid in my story is now flourishing on the balcony with a bunch of new friends. The lemon tree gave me the first flowers in three years. The painting is waiting for a tailored easel to shine at the brightest and surrender to the light moving around the clock in this spacious sanctuary.

While searching for the good light, we get lit up from inside.

Much love and deep thanks to each and every one….. and listen to his little paragraph I just opened at right after writing. The good good timing of intention and sunshine in our lives.