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COLUMN: For everything, there is a season

“If you can bring LOVE to everyday as opposed to the energy of hatred, your life will change.” Inspired by Mother Theresa This past weekend I was gifted time in nature and with two of my three grandsons.

“If you can bring love to everyday as opposed to the energy of hatred, your life will change.”  Inspired by Mother Theresa

This past weekend I was gifted in time nature and time with two of my three grandsons. I compared the two times with a spiritual heart and here is what I learned: The growing and development of new life is everywhere around me when I choose to look at it. Do you choose your day, your view, and your results?

Last night we went for a bike ride through the Holland Marsh. Fields are row upon row of new growth and baby onions and baby carrots were everywhere. Baby carrots in the way they are newly developing, not the “baby carrots” in bags on the produce counter. Those “baby carrots” are simply cut down into those pieces and washed in a “cleansing” solution bath. In this area of new life and new growth, the very air is shifted. The presence of these new plants, seeds that had potential, came to life showing us that there is a season for sewing, sowing, and growing and fulfilling, and then harvest and then rest. In this time of seeding and new beginnings, Mother Nature shows us how it is done through the work of our farmers. 

As I sat on the park bench and watched the boys playing, I could see their imagination at play too. Running, jumping, and moving about freely acting out anything that popped into their minds. Living out anything they could imagine with abandon to the world around them. My grandson and his friend, both four years old, living their best life. Seedlings unencumbered by the baggage of life. Little knowledge or understanding of the world’s pressures and perceived worries. As the baby crawled at my feet in the grass, finding a piece of anything to pick up in his tiny fingers, attempting to eat it, (everything at that age is food).  He was exploring, totally unaware of any dangers or challenges. A gramma’s eyes and ears being his protection. A great responsibility, indeed, being the farmer of these seedlings for even a few hours a day. Such a great gift of awareness to be held dear.

I walked into the community care and prepared for my 1:1 visits. There were many people to serve and bring love to the floor. Bringing this love is my way of tending to the overall energy and being present to the harvest time of our lives. Stepping into the space with a focus on love and being present sends out a ripple effect that, like the flap of a butterfly’s wings, shifts the whole space around me. Change the atmosphere. Her blue eyes stared at me as I sat opposite her smiling. She mirrored my look and smiled back, not speaking. The whole time I sat with her she uttered nary a word. Her hand in mine, I lifted the spoon of ice cream to her lips. She opened her little birdlike mouth to receive. As she tasted and felt the coolness, she relaxed into it and enjoyed. I observed this aging body as a tender of souls wanting to absorb what I could.  This unspoken harvest time of this life before me. In the silence, we sat knowing that her season is here. The season of rebirth, a time when the soil is tilled, turned over, and returned to the spirit world leaving the body to ashes and dust to dust. 

The cycle of life is real, true, and profound and as we move through it from birth into this plane as a spirit having a human experience, it is here in this space, we must realize it is finite. The spirit reclaims its own and leaves behind the memories and the effects of this life on those it touched. We can choose how we observe and live. We are the farmers tending our own gardens. The sun cannot shine every day as we need rain, and through the stormy times is when we step out in faith that something greater is watching over us, guiding the spiritual journey while we are here. The great gardener, Mother of all nature, Father of spiritual journeys and the peace that passes all understandings. The seeds that are planted as we watch are the new life that will continue long after we have returned ourselves to whatever is next. Bring love to the forefront so your spirit can glean all it is able to take back to the spirit world about this experience here on this plain. With trust and presence of mind, these seeds can be watched and witnessed, with a knowing there is a season for everything, and for everything, there is a season. Nothing is unplanned or unexpected. With the seeds of love planted every day, all day, you will produce the lush garden of your life. Love is the fertilizer and the rain and the gift that makes a beautiful and fruitful life. Blessings abound!

Cynthia Breadner is a grief specialist and bereavement counsellor, a soul care worker and offers specialized care in Spiritually Integrated Psychotherapy with special attention as a cognitive behaviourial therapy practitioner and trauma incident resolution facilitator.  She volunteers at hospice, works as a LTC chaplain and is a death doula, assisting with end-of-life care for client and family.  She is the mother part of the #DanCynAdventures duo and practices fitness, health and wellness.  She is available remotely by safe and secure video connections, if you have any questions contact her today!  [email protected]  breakingstibah.com

 


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Writer Cynthia Breadner is a grief specialist and bereavement counsellor, a soul care worker providing one-on-one support at breakingstibah.com
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