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Change… Preparing for Winter

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Good morning from… by the brook♡

Though most of our trees are still very much green, our brook residents have begun preparing for winter. The male Mallards are molting, revealing their green iridescent headdress, doing their best to look dapper for the dames. While the deer are discarding their red fur jackets in exchange for a darker brown, double layered winter coat. All seemingly unfazed with their inherent changes, just doing what comes natural to them.

This morning as I stood feeding my insatiable feathered friends, I caught a glimpse of the falling leaves. One after the other; some twirling and spinning, catching streams of air beneath their tips, making it appear as if they were dancing on their way down. Others just free falling, as if weighted by something, allowing the law of gravity to have its way. Life is like that I guess. Some days leave us feeling light and airy and others, well you just want to fall down like a heap of bricks… defeated.

I Quickly diverted my attention with a deep, full breath to either dissipate or possibly press down the emotional sensations moving upward into my throat.
Why does life have to be so trivial at times? Why can change feel so… off? Do you think maybe it’s just old ingrained stories, and deeply rooted emotions that rise to the top when something feels different? Why do certain seemingly small situations, seem to overwhelm us, causing a battle with gravity, pulling us down as we fight to fly. Wouldn’t it be so much easier is we could just do and be what came came natural? Or maybe that’s not the answer; maybe it’s those overwhelming, different situations that push us through the old stories and uprooted emotions. It gets exhausting sometimes, but like my resident friends I’m ready to shed my old coverings to prepare for winter. Wishing you all an effortless transition in the upcoming seasonal change♡

Much love to you all,
Maureen

Inner Compass Points Home

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Good morning from… by the brook♡
Happy first day of autumn. Just like clock work, Mother Nature and the weather man must have struck some sort of bargain, the warm summer winds gave way to a crisp chill. Pale yellow leaves have found their way down, peeking through the soft, tall blades of grass. The morning’s first light has not yet awakened, it seems a tad late. Maybe the moon has not yet clocked out, allowing the sun to sleep in just a wee bit more.

Across the brook a sizeable, silent silhouette floats past the towering trees that keep watch in the dark night. Then another smaller shadow scurries by to catch up. It must be one of the sweet fawn and it’s Mama on their way to breakfast before daybreak. Within moments of their passing fleetly, flapping, feathered, figures, (say that three times fast!) haphazardly drop from the dark sky, like mystical creatures returning home from a long night’s endeavor.

The sun unhurriedly rises above the tree tops, causing shimmering drops of dew to appear as twinkling prisms between the leaves. The shadows give way to reality and curiosity replaces fear, the brook, now buzzing with life.

Back from it’s early morning meal, a sweet fawn curiously inches toward the fallen, feathered creatures, causing delicate ripples to roll inward making them bob like rubber ducks at a carnival game.

Each morning the brook calls home its dwellers, offering them a sanctuary of nourishment. It’s no wonder they accept the invitation.

I too will be traveling beyond the brook today, as I have begun a seasonal venture. For many months I have remained here exploring endeavors that illuminate my soul, but alas I must leave the quintessence of the brook, allowing my shadows to give way to reality. I am so grateful to have heard its summoning and its urging to move beyond my fears. Curiosity has encouraged me toward places I didn’t know existed. Like the dwellers of the brook, I will always accept its invitation to return, for my inner compass will always point home.

Sending my love to you all,
Maureen xo

 

Seeking Safety

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Good morning from by the brook♡
It seems a bit since we last spoke. So much happens in such short spans of time… inwardly as well as out.
I believe I mentioned, not so long ago, the absence of deer around the brook. In times past, it has been the spring that brought forth both the ducklings and the fawn. But it is just now, in the late part of the summer that I have begun to see the white spotted, frisky yearlings grazing beneath the abundant leafy trees.
Their gentle, quiet innocence lightens my spirit, almost leaving me with a feeling of weightlessness. My eyes dance at the very sight of them and I deeply long to walk by their side as if we were kindred spirits of long past.
Often I find the fawn meandering among the frenzy of the ducks. Their lively intensity doesn’t seem to faze them one bit. How do they remain so centered, grounded standing smack in the middle of feathers flapping, poking beaks jutting in every direction, and loud demands for duck pellets and space? I myself have begun to retreat rather quickly back inside to safety. Here my eyes can reach the fawn more easily, as I look through the glass door. But what happens when I have to once again, open the door? What will be my barrier for comfort?
The safety and comfort I seek cannot be found by hiding behind the glass door or by watching the fawn from afar. It is found deep beneath intertwined layers of impressions, some true, some not… Walking through, sorting and sifting all the poking, flapping, and demanding of the past and present, to clear the sight line to the future.
The safety and comfort I seek can no longer be found within the places I once searched; it must be discovered within. It’s possible. I promise. I’m a work in progress, but also living proof.
I’m sending my love to you- my hugs of support and deep caring ❤ If you ever, even for a moment, need someone to hold space or maybe your hand, know I am here.
All my love♡
Maureen

A Morning Meal filled with Enthusiasm

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Good morning from…by the brook♡
Everyday the brook offers it’s gift to all that dwell nearby and those just passing through. This includes me.
The morning’s temperature has cooled off from the much needed rain that passed through in last night’s late evening hours. The timely group of ducks have arrived. The sun has yet to rise, so I can just barely make out their active silhouettes as they glide amidst the brook’s bed of exposed rocks. Any moment they will be waddling up the small hill for their first morning’s meal; I am trying to stay as still as possible so I can enjoy my first morning’s sip of hot coffee. The slightest move, they perceive as an invitation to my patio. They have become so familiar to my offering, they walk alongside me and stand almost foot to foot. I must admit, my heart dances at their very act.
As I was digging a tall cup into their large bag of nibblits, I heard the gaggling group take off in flight and loudly land back into the brook. At first glance I saw nothing that may cause a disturbance and figured it was that damn hawk, he angers me so! Not on my watch!
But then… I noticed a soft brown doe standing on the edge of the brook eating the greens growing from it’s dark soiled edge. I swiftly grabbed my camera. She continued to dine then gently walked through the water toward me, pretending not to notice me, but I know she did. She made her way through the tall Eastern White Pines that live outside my dining room windows. I watched her slowly emerge from the tall trees and stop. No sense of urgency showed on her small frame, but her eyes were fixed straight in front of her. My curiosity kept my eyes fixed on her, waiting, watching for any sign her body would show me. It was not a minute later when a fawn excitedly scampered from the woods, and behind him, a second. How sweet I thought, to witness their enthusiasm in that moment. I then realized their enthusiasm was for their morning meal as well. This was my first time witnessing a mother doe nursing her babies. Such an unexpected gift. She stood still and relaxed, seemingly content as the two toddlers waved their white fluffy tails wildly. Only moments later they unlatched themselves and began grazing amongst the moist green grass heavy with delicious drops of rain.
My words are not with me at the moment, just a full breath of gratitude for great gifts of grace. From God, the Universe, Creation, Life. May you experience such grace each day. It’s there. Just stand still, relax, be content, it will find you♡
Sending you my love xo
Maureen

Balance in Stillness

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Good morning from… by the brook♡
This week has moved through so quickly, leaving my mind and body to feel like a freight train powering through the land with very few stops for refueling. How very fitting that I am coming to understand the masculine & feminine qualities that govern our thoughts and actions. Not male & female- rather in terms of nature. Nature keeps her balance knowing what she needs to thrive. She knows when to bring through a storm and when to lay still.
My willingness to be still this morning, invited Mama Deer and her fawn up close to my patio. She was as startled as I. To be so close to another creature vibrating with life becomes a full body experience. The lungs fill with breath, the heart explodes with gratitude, the mind with wonder, the eyes with absolute, pure love.
Stillness, how nourishing. Rest, an invitation for creative awe to wash over your whole being. May you find yourself in a space of stillness this weekend. Invite your femininity in, allow it to show you how stillness can enliven every cell of your body.

Deep Discoveries

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Good morning from… by the brook♡
“The real discovery lies not in discovering new lands, but in seeing with new eyes.”
How often do we long to be somewhere other than where we are? Maybe the beach, in the mountains, at Disney World ( I love♡ Mickey Mouse.) Maybe even completely moving the entire contents of our life to a brand new location for the feeling a new space brings; one that holds no knowledge of the past and begins right now… in the present.
I have learned through some difficult life experiences, that a new space, while maybe beneficial for a momentary venture, only distracts from deep discoveries. The biggest, bravest discovery is standing still… right where you are, and allowing the unearthing to begin. But this time, from a different view. One with curiosity, forgiveness, non-judgment, kindness… love.
I know that words can be so much easier than the actions needed to do such difficult a task, so I send you my love and support from afar♡ Please know, I am closer than you think, just a message away… if you should need a hand to hold and an ear to listen.
Sending my love,
Maureen

Navigating Through the Shadows

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Good morning from… by the brook♡
Do you remember the Mama and newly born fawn I posted just about a week ago? Here she/he is ♡. I have seen Mama roaming about often without her sweet baby, and finally baby has emerged, but without Mama. I am not too familiar with the behavior of deer; I hope that Mama is close by, as this little one is still so little♡
It’s so difficult to not project our human emotions onto nature and I can’t help to wonder if she feels lost, scared or lonely without her Mama by her side. Does the unpredictable world around her create a feeling of unsafety within her. What happens when storms blow in and lightning flashes; when the waters begin to rise? Or when a predator is not far behind? Is she prepared to face such dangers… at such a young age if she’s left all alone? How will she learn to navigate such chaotic occurrences without a steady, strong roll model by her side?
Alas, I must not cast my own shadows onto such innocence and that which can not be held to human emotional constraints ♡ though the walk inward has been insightful 🙂
My thoughts will be with this little one has she navigates through this beautiful, mysterious world that is filled with many opportunities. Both filled with excitement and danger.
Sending my love to you all,
Maureen~