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Celebrating the Earth – Is the Spring here?

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“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

MY DAY: Is Spring here? I am not sure. Crisp clear cold air, without the expected golden sunshine above – but the delightful daffodils show their beautiful faces regardless. Followed by rain, wind and more cloud.

MY WORD: Time for an ‘Adventure!’

SOUL COLOUR: I see swirls of Green and yellow…

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HOW I FEEL:

“Pay the thunder no mind – listen to the birds.”
Ready for the new! To shift, to move, to experience, to change, to be fully accepting. To grow, to allow, to trust to surrender, to dance!

BODY FEELS: Healing, resting, restoring, stronger and alive!

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MY INSIGHTS:

“If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.”

E.B White

We are activating codes from deep within our hearts to assist our evolution to soar! We are transforming ourselves on every possible level.

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THE COLLECTIVE: Nourish the body, get sufficient sleep, exercise, meditate, study, spend time in nature, contemplate and reflect more. Pay careful attention to your thoughts and spoken words…live.

Expose yourself to great art. Be creative. Help others. Aspire to worthy things, be gracious and kind, appreciate Nature, the Earth and All That Is…Allow your wisdom to shine through, have loving healthy thoughts and ideas…

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“And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed
and every morning revealed new miracles.”
Frances Hodgson Burnett

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Awakening…

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Storms, time, seasons,
from planting to nurture to
ripeness, and then harvest.
till once again the fields lie
quiet in the arms of death.
yet knowing that too is a
call to birth!

and so the layers that would
bind our consciousness are
peeled away.
and loss and fire and dirge
define thought.

till the heart itself learns to
speak beyond an echo.
till we find we are alone,
and so, in a much deeper sense,
joined.
Awakening.

Eric Cockrell