Finding Home

     An orange ladybug landed on my arm yesterday afternoon as the boys and I were out in the garden earthing. I knew it was my mother visiting us, perhaps wanting to earth with us too. (Brief backstory of how I came to associate my mother with the orange ladybug: one landed on my thigh the night she was laid to rest. I was an island away due to lockdown.) She came to me in a dream again last night. In the dream I was planning out a program holding space for people through Yoga and Meditation. She was there to observe and witness how I worked. I woke up feeling once again comforted, seen and held.       I've often wondered whether she would have been proud of my accomplishments no matter how small and shortly after having these questions in my heart, I knew that she was because she had always been attuned to the essence of experiences. The lessons versus the grade with her words that have always guided me all throughout those highly stringent academic years-- "it doesn't m

The sun came out this morning With a pair of butterflies white flitting, finally breathing  the world outside their cocoons and dragonflies too meeting at the cusp of their newfound love The Brown Shrike shrieks in full glory, unrelenting  announcing to all who dare not shut their ears, "I'm here! I'm here!" Beautiful silence came after  Necessary notes have been played And in this space of beauty emerged a memory of compassion,  an aching at another one's pain an imbuement of a life suffering as if it were their own For every wave of joy is an undertow of sorrow A force pulling even the  strongest swimmers under down where breath  deign to exist There too is joy to be had in this perhaps, but more so peace After all it is more than just happiness alone we came to seek We are given this life  to heal and be healed.  We are here to be human, to be more of it.   "Words are like a railing to hold on to in the dark." This quote I heard from another of Green