Full Bloom

Over the last couple of weeks I have been watching in amazement as spring comes to full bloom. It starts of with tiny buds, and every morning little by little a little more green is splashed onto the canvas. Till one morning you wake up and everything around you is in full bloom.  I feel like I am watching a Monet painting coming alive.  When I wake up, as I look out the window, I wonder what part of the painting will be in color - The trees have their leaves back on their branches, the flowers are opening up in full colors and the birds - oh the birds are they so ever happy.  Every morning I am greeted by their calls - I believe in this season the birds are my alarm clock.  I hear them but i don't see them.  They fly so fast hidden in their nest or up high on a tree in between the branches but they bring a certain sense of lightness to the day.   If I am having a busy day and have not had time to pause, the birds bring me back to center.  Their tweeting and chirping calling out to me to just pause and look outside. Observe the beauty and take it all in.   I take it in so I can feel one with the natural world.  It brings me a sense of balance.  The sky takes on a new look in this season too.  Sometimes it is is full blue without a trace of clouds, and sometimes its dark with the  sun trying to peak out, and then at times it is just a puffed up cloud day.  Each moment takes me back to a memory from my past.  A sky filled with clouds takes me back to when I was a child and we would play the game "guess what shape am I."   The song "puff the magic dragon" comes into my head and I begin humming it as I begin the game.  I see a heart, something that looks like a bird, a big cotton ball...and as I look up at the sky surrounded by large and tall oak trees, I remember the book I used to read as a child  " Jack and the magic beanstalk."  Always wondering if could really reach up and grab something from the sky.... I am transported to a memory from my childhood with me and my sister running around in our backyard in Ghana, on the swings and plucking hibiscus from the garden surrounded by lush fan like trees.  Did you know that if you blow into the hollow stem of the hibiscus flower that it makes a whistle sound?  Nature transports you to moments in your life and in the last couple of weeks that's exactly what has happened.   I am remembering pieces of my childhood and I realize that each moment from the past has been a stepping stone that has shaped my connection with nature.  The sound of water from a nearby brook, the shades of greens around me, the sky as it seeks to bid goodnight to the sun, and the moonlight as it lights up the dark sky.  A treasured piece of art that is there for you over and over again amidst the chaos and pain in this world.   It is there that we can find comfort, peace, silence and stillness knowing that it never leaves you.  It is with you whenever you need it.  All you have to do is call out, look out and embrace it.  

Journal Prompt:

Think of a moment in your childhood that you would like to write about that takes you back to nature.  For example Begin writing with one of the following prompts:

- Seashells

- Summer nights

-Tulips

Happy Journaling!