Answering the Call

On a June morning, when the clouds lovingly block us from the Sun’s heat, my hands are immersed in the garden, planting Genovese Basil. Beside me my 5 year old daughter talks sweetly to the large earth worm she’s holding, while my 8 month old daughter sits in our red wagon, grabbing for anything she can get a hold of. I breathe in and let out a sigh of contentment. “This is it,” I say to myself. “This is the Life.”

It’s in moments like this that all the layers I’ve been analyzing internally for a decade collapse into one. The mind, body, and spirit align into presence and I embody the fullness of who I am.

My oldest daughter encourages me to smell the Basil and when I do I am filled with joy. Images of homemade pasta sauce dance through my mind. I am in love with these plants much like I am in love with the written word.

That’s why I’m writing to you. For years I’ve been hearing the call, “Write.” I’ve hidden behind questions like, “What am I supposed to say?” or “Where will this go?” It’s dawned on me that those answers haven’t come because the answer was in the initial instruction. That I am to write and the rest will follow.

I have no expectations. I only know that expressing myself through writing and talking about the things I love — motherhood, nature, and the exploration of energetics brings me a feeling of absolute glee.

So I am here in this shared space and I welcome you to come along with me on this journey and see where we end up.