Learning To Let Go

I have to say that in my entire life I have never seen a month of May as crazy as the one that is slowly coming to an end. In the space of a few short weeks we have experienced every season including snow and a heat wave with ten days of each other! Thankfully, this morning we woke to a cooler, more pleasant May with the birds happily soaring about singing their hearts out. Even they haven't been able to summon up much energy when the daytime temperature soared to 91 degrees during the day.

One of the things that struck me as this crazy weather pattern played out was how all of our attention was on how to combat it and make it adhere to our idea of what the weather should be in the month of May. In other words, we were trying to control it. Imagine that! How arrogant are we humans to sit and complain about the weather as if Mother Nature were doing it simply to watch us get frustrated over not being able to be in complete control. While I didn't see any of my animal neighbors actually enjoying the heat/cold/snow/heatwave, except maybe early in the morning or as the sun went down, what I did see was them adjusting their behavior to deal with the constant changes. In other words, they didn't try to control the weather, they just controlled how they experienced it. 

One of the hardest things for a human being to do is to admit that they do not have complete control over something in their lives. While there is certainly nothing wrong with the idea that if you want something badly enough, you just have to believe in yourself and work hard to make it happen, there comes a point when we have to be big enough to just surrender ... just let go. We cannot control the weather any more than we can control which season comes next, or when the sun will rise or set. If the animals can accept life as it comes and adjust their perception and behavior to accommodate the changes, we humans should be able to do the same. 

Learning when to let go of control allows us to grow and flourish without constraints, going with the flow and adjusting our sails as we go. Just like my noisy blue jay neighbors who work me up this morning with the sound of their calling to each other as they played tag in the cool air, we can learn to soar as well!

And so it is.

Good Morning Starshine

Even after all this time the Sun never says to the Earth, "You owe me." Look what happens with a love like that, it lights the whole sky.

Hafiz

For the last week or so I have taken to getting up before dawn and watching the sunrise. Before all the noise of the morning traffic begins, I get my cup of coffee, collect my meditation beads, and position myself in front of the big window over my desk. Although the window faces west, I get to see the first hint of the sun as it rises in the east behind me and begins to cast a golden glow on the hills in the distance. Watching the sun slowly move from the tips of the treetops to the rooftops on the street below is breathtaking. Who needs a mantra. This is meditation at its best.

This morning I was up early enough to catch the geese from a nearby farm as they made their daily trek across the sky to the river a few blocks to the south where they hang out most of the day until dusk when they fly back home. As the sun rose higher in the sky the birds, who had been singing the day awake since before dawn, started doing their morning aerobics. A mother crow with three tiny babies were playing tag in the sky as she cawed at them to pay attention and fly right. My squirrel neighbor tentatively crept out of her hole in the neighbor's roof and went hunting for breakfast. Morning doves came to visit across the way looking for seeds from the pine tree overhead, and a female cardinal came to sit in the little tree out front and sing me a "good morning." 

What is it about watching the sunrise and seeing the day come alive that fills us with hope? Do you think that was Mother Nature's intention, to remind us that no matter what is going on in our lives, the sun will come up every morning and a new day will be presented to us all gift wrapped in promise and possibility? I like to think it was. It has certainly had a positive affect on me. Instead of waking up dreading another day of physical therapy and pain, I wake up eager to watch the birth of the day, the awakening of my animal relations, and the beginning of what could be a new and wonderful day of possibilities. I ask you, what better way could you want to wake up?

And so it is.

New And Improved

Yesterday my #1 Grandchild and her sweet hubby (Grandson-in-law but I call him Grandson anyway) came over to help lift my spirits as the weather continues to be cold, rainy, and most un-springlike. They pulled out my tabletop garden and rearranged it so that I have twice the room I had before. Now there is room for the beautiful birdcage she made me for Christmas that twinkles with fairy lights at night, plus the two new plants I got for Mother's Day - a violet and some succulents. You would have thought that it was Christmas morning and I was 5 years old again for how happy I was with the finished product.

Granddaughter #2, sister to #1 Grandchild, gave me this beautiful garden flag which I have hanging on the front of the table to hide the bin underneath that houses my garden tools, pots, and seeds. The entire corner is a little wonderland with space for the herb plants that I will be starting after Memorial Day. Last year's failed  attempts to plant any earlier up north where I live even with grow lights taught me that the old adage of not planting until Memorial Day is there for a reason!

As I sit here in my apartment and continue my healing and rehab from my hip surgery, I am forever humbled and grateful not only for my family who takes such good care of me, but for the joy that Mother Nature's gifts bring me however small. For me there is more beauty in the creamy pink petals of the violet than in a diamond, and more laughter in the antics of the blue jays outside my window playing tag than any movie or TV show. I recently treated myself to a new pair of binoculars and now can take in the view up close and personal. Who needs livestream and surround sound? I've got it all and it doesn't cost me a cent, just the time I spend enjoying it, time well spent for sure. I call it Mother Nature's medicine and it works just fine.

And so it is. 

Taking Another Look At Sustainability

After a year of more stay-at-home time than going out time, here I am again stuck inside while I heal from hip surgery and work on getting my strength and stamina back. I think that it would be easier to handle this time around if I hadn't had to spend so much time last year inside as well. At least I had the summer and fall to get out and do some serious walking before winter set in. Now, with spring teasing me from the other side of the windows, I had to find something that I could do which would take my mind off my enforced house arrest, something I could really get into. So I decided to take another look at the topic of sustainability.

As some of you may know who have been following my blog, I have done some serious downsizing over the last several years. I went from a two-bedroom apartment with screened in porch, to a one-bedroom, and finally to a studio apartment. I have cleaned out closets, donated bags and bags of clothes, kitchen items, and, alas, teddy bears  (I have been a serious collector of teddy bears for over 35 years and once owned over 100 bears). The other day, while scrolling through YouTube for some gardening and tiny house videos - my favorites - I happened upon a 12-part series I had seen several years ago called "The Search For Sustainability," hosted by Nathan Crane. It was a serious look at the subject from every aspect of life, from food and housing, to energy use, to sustainable business models, and even sustainability in education and the arts. I was curious to see how many of their ideas I had actually put into practice after seeing it the first time, and which ones I had slacked off on or had't started at all. 

At first glance I have done pretty well. I have gone to reusable dish clothes and recycled old clothes into cleaning rags that I can wash and reuse. I try to buy less items in plastic containers unless they can be recycled. I do more cooking from scratch and buy only organic, non GMO foods, especially produce. I unplug things I'm not using and buy only energy saving light bulbs and electrical devices. My clothing mantra is: reuse, repair, recycle. I don't use paper plates. I buy cleaning products made from natural ingredients or make my own in spray bottles. After re-watching the series, I found that there was a lot more I could be doing and using this time to up my game was making good use of it.

For example, just because I'm no longer gardening on a large scale and only maintain a small, tabletop garden, is not reason why I still can't have a compost pile. A bucket with a lid kept to the side could collect scraps from cooking, coffee grounds, and the pruning and dead heading from my house plants and potted herbs. I could share it with other folks I know who would have outside gardens and would be glad to have it. There is even a local organization that sponsors a neighborhood compost project for apartment dwellers like me who need a place to deposit their goodies. Another thing I can do is go back and revisit my wardrobe by season and see if I can pare it down even more to just a few basic outfits and inter-changeable items - mix and match options, if you will. Note: having a 14 year old granddaughter who, while she helps me to put the clean laundry away and straighten my closets and drawers will ask me, "seriously, Grandma, are you really going to wear this again" helps me a lot with those decisions. I also ordered a bunch of reusable produce bags so I can rid myself of the plastic ones from the grocery store. Finally, I am using my down time to get more involved in what my community is doing, or not doing, to find more sustainable energy sources and supporting groups that are trying to get permission to put up solar and wind turbine farms. I may be stuck at home, but I can still write a letter, sign a petition, or call my congressman!

I think more and more folks have taken this last year while they've been at home to take a good look at how they spend their time and money and realized that their former lifestyles are just not sustainable in the long run. More and more people are putting in vegetable gardens and experimenting with more plant-based meals, upgrading their homes to be more energy efficient, and looking ahead to a better and healthier way to live. Sometimes it takes forcing us to stand still and focus on what's right in front of us to help us make sensible, sustainable choices for our families and our planet.

As for me, right now I'm about to go through my old yarn bags and see if I can't come up with some projects to reuse all those odd half-skeins to make something useful, like a new front door rug to wipe your feet on, or some cool crocheted purses to give as gifts. After all, this is a no-waste home!

Peace and blessings. 

News From The Neighborhood

Things have been hopping in the neighborhood with the arrival of Spring. Along with the buds and new leaves on the trees, and the daffodils popping up all over the place, my wildlife neighbors have been busy as well. 

Remember the squirrel family that had a nest inside the roof of the upstairs porch across the way? They were dispossessed by a pack of grackles last year but I am happy to report that they have retaken their home and have been super busy cleaning it up and rebuilding the nest for the babies to come (did you know that baby squirrels are called "kittens? How cute it that?"). The other day I witnessed a feat of squirrel engineering mastery as I watched Mrs. Squirrel try to get a Y-shaped piece of tree branch about a foot long into a small, round hole. Talk about patience and focus. When she finally got it in I actually applauded. I have a little stuffed squirrel on my desk and I gave him a high-five for the ingenuity of his species. 

Not to be swept aside, the aforementioned grackles, having been evicted, took up residence downstairs so to speak. In the space between the floor of the upstairs porch and the roof of the downstairs porch is an opening big enough for the grackle family to move in. They, too, have been very busy carrying in nesting materials. The day after the Great Branch Challenge, Mrs. Grackle showed up with the longest piece of what looked like a length of dried corn stalk, measuring at least three feet, that I have ever seen a bird that size carry. Not to be outdone by her upstairs neighbor, Mrs. Grackle proceeded to enter the hole with the end of the material in her beak, and then, as if by magic, I witnessed the length of the stalk being pulled in inch by inch until the entire thing disappeared. One of the things that grackles are known for are their tenacity!

The blue jays have been out joyously playing tag in the Spring sunshine, the robins have been plentiful and in full voice, and a tiny female cardinal has been coming to visit every day outside the window. She sits and stares into the window and chirps away. I'd like to think she's coming to visit me but I'm sure it has more to do with my little stuffed cardinals - friends of my stuffed squirrel - that adorns the windowsill over my desk. Hi, my name is Flower Bear, aka Barb, and I adore tiny stuffed woodland animals.

Spring is here. After a year when we were sure it would never arrive, it has come and brought with it new beginnings and new adventures. Regardless of what else goes on out there in the great big world, Mother Nature always delivers. While our human lives might be undergoing drastic changes, nothing changes in the world of the creatures we share this planet with. They come back, build their nests, and do what they do. When everything else around us seems to be changing at breakneck speed, these are the precious things we can always hold on to and enjoy.

And so it is. 

The Victory of Buds

They're here! After last week's snow and bitter winds, I was afraid it would be another month until I saw them but, low and behold, they're here. And what better time than on Easter Sunday to look out of the window, looking to see which little bird was singing so sweetly right beside my bedroom, to be greeted by the first glimpses of green. The little spindly tree I see each morning when I sit down at my desk has its first fat buds poking out from the branches. The little bird that was serenading me was a tiny, female cardinal and it was her beautiful red color that brought out the green of the tiny buds more clearly for me to see. 

It doesn't matter that I get to see green all winter long compliments of the giant pines that surround my apartment building - not that I'm discounting pine trees. On the contrary, I do love them. However, it isn't really spring until the rest of the trees start to produce those sweet little buds and the first tiny shoots of the daffodils and crocus start to poke up through the ground. Living on the top floor, it is the tree I see first. I took it as a message from Spirit that it's blooming was announced by a cardinal, a bird often spiritually associated with the church. Some also believe that when you see a cardinal, an angel is near, or the spirit of a loved one. Once again, the symbolism of it all to appear on Easter Sunday is quite a wonderful message to receive.

Nature is full of wonderful signs and symbols if we just take the time to see them. Having been stuck inside for so much of the last year, my usual jaunts out and about in nature were few and far between. To make up for it I have been spending more time at the window looking to see what my animal and plant neighbors have been up to and doing more research online. It has been like taking a college level course in life. Now that things are starting to ease up, the time is coming soon when I will be able to get back out there and see the natural world I love so much up close and personal.

Today, even if it's just for a few minutes, take some time to really look outside at the natural world around you. Who knows what messages may be waiting there for you, too?

And so it is. 

A Season For Eagles

Anyone who has been following this blog for the last several years will know that I love eagles. In fact, I have been following a pair of bald eagles for the last 7 or 8 years. Thanks to the hard work and dedication of the Raptor Resource Project, I have had a "bird's eye view" of the lives of these magnificent creatures. Located on the grounds of a working farm in Decorah, Iowa, I have learned a great deal about life, and life's true priorities, from watching these devoted birds tend to the business of raising young ones and sending them out into the world with the skills they need, in addition to caring lovingly for each other. Human families have a lot to learn from these symbols of our country.

This year I was distressed to learn that the original pair of eagles I've been following had played a "bait and switch" on the Project workers by waiting until all the cameras had been turned on for the season only to switch their home to another nest away from prying eyes. Eagles will do this every few years to allow their former nest to air out and let Mother Nature rid it of pests. Sometimes they return after a few seasons, and sometimes not. Luckily, there are other pairs of eagles on the same farm and those residents returned to their same home complete with cameras working and ready for the highlight of the year ... babies! Or, as they are properly called, eaglets, but being a Grandma I prefer "babies."

This year so far we have been blessed with two sweet little ones. I am not familiar with this particular pair of parents but they are just as devoted to their offspring and each other as the pair I've been following for years. After giving the nest a proper cleaning and renovation for the season, the eggs were laid. Mom and Dad took turns keeping the eggs warm and safe from predators. When the first egg started cracking, Dad even brought Mom some food so she wouldn't have to leave them to go hunting. When she needed to get up, she would call for Dad and you could hear him answering before coming to give her a break. They are never far from each other and share in the child feeding and rearing once the eaglets are born. In all of the animal world, with the exception of wolves - who embody the saying "it takes a village to raise a child" - I have never seen such love and devotion.

With all that has happened over the last year, not knowing what the future will bring or what the "new normal" will look like, it was so very reassuring that in spite of it all, Mother Nature continued to perform her work regardless of what else was going on. Spring has come. The temperatures are warming, the trees are budding, the first shoots of dandelions and crocus are poking up through the ground, and the baby eaglets have arrived. No matter what else happens going forward and in the years to come, I know that I can find my footing, my foundation, in nature, and in the love and devotion of a pair of eagles and their offspring. May it always be so.

And so it is.