Tickled

“Most of us can’t tickle ourselves, it’s true, but in a world of garden fairies and water sprites our senses can be humored if you only pay attention”

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In the garden, time changes if you let it. Take a breath in and become small.

Lean in and you may feel the buzz, the scurry, the weaving of wonders.

Lean in and you may see the glisten of dew on the web, the flutter of wings, the tender shoots reaching for sunlight.

Lean in and you may smell the heavy oils of rosemary and white sage, the soft essence of blossoms opening, the earthy smell of decomposing biome.

Lean in and you may hear the work of bees gathering nectar, the quick hard chirps of a hummingbird finding it’s mate or the dunk and flutter of little brown birds bathing in the bath.

Lean in and you may taste the young herbs, the cool mint and gentle thyme.

Lean in and you may feel the warmth of a stone, the contrast of the shade tree, the edge of a path.

Lean in and you may know the exhilaration of work getting done, the vibration of chaos becoming order. 

Lean in and you, too, may feel the tickle of a fairy saying hello.

Author: sisterhearts1

I've arrived at an age where standing quietly in the shadows doesn't serve me. Standing in the light of the divine feminine and speaking/writing my truth is as vital as breathing. So here I am, feeling a bit naked as I open a small portal into this superhighway of high speed communications. I don't claim to be a wise woman, but a seeker of heart and spirit, a collector of wisdoms. Since I was a young girl, I've felt spirit in the natural world. I've always stood in the balance of science and magic. Now as I approach another decade, the light of that magic lives in my heart. I find joy in getting older and believe there is great value in the wisdoms we carry. Recently remarried after raising three fiercely beautiful girls on my own, I am now a member of a collective voice of grandmothers and I love this new role.

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