Yesterday I stood at the doors of our patio

Yesterday I stood at the doors to our patio and looked out over my yard. At the abundance of nature unfolding before my eyes. At the Poinciana tree that was bare just a few weeks before now green and laden with red.  Its leaves like delicate ballerinas pirouetting in the breeze. At the kiskadees flitting about the yard. Squawking as if it was their own. Commanding the trees. At life dying and beginning. At all the wonders that nature brings.

I marveled at how just a few weeks before everything looked so bare. So barren. Colourless except the green grass.  And then just like that, poof -  magically everything is in full bloom. An explosion of colour. An explosion of nature seemingly over night.  Everything so full. Providing a playground for the butterflies, blue birds, cardinals, chick of the village, sparrows to play in.

I stood at the patio door and felt full. Full of life. Full of joy. Full of tears. Just full. Knowing that life is always replenishing itself. Always replacing something when one thing dies off. That life is a cycle. Sometimes we are full of life while other times we are full of emptiness. But that is just the way life goes. Balancing itself and us all the time. There is no need to force anything. No need to worry about anything when we understand the cycle of life. When we understand sometimes we will be up and other times we will be down. That there is no changing the cycle of life. No sense in trying to buck the tides when the tides are leading us home. Giving us the best ride of our lives when we surrender to them.

Yesterday I stood and looked out over my yard. At the cycle of life happening right before my eyes and I felt an all knowing. A feeling of completeness. A feeling that everything is going to be all right. Everything is unfolding as it was destined to unfold. That there is no need to worry. No need to fret because life is exactly as I asked it to be.

So all I need to do is be grateful for everything. The darkness and the light. Births and deaths. The chirping birds. The silence. The beautiful sunshine flooding through the leaves of the Poinciana tree casting shadows on the ground. The night sky as the dark takes over from the light. The rich tapestry of life as it unfolds every single day in every single way because when I do I understand that life is meant to be lived by using the whole box of crayons. Colouring inside and outside the lines when need be. To be flexible and open to all possibilities because without them all, I will miss out on the full experience of the cycle of life.

Yesterday I stood at the patio doors looking out over the yard. Looking at the fullness and richness of life and felt eternally grateful. Totally satiated with this life experience that is mine. And that gratitude was the first thing I felt this morning as I face darkness for a period of time. But I do so knowing this is where I am meant to be for now and I will ride this darkness because I know at the end of it, I will appreciate the light that much more. Just like the beautiful star that was waiting for me when I pulled open the blinds this morning in the otherwise dark sky, I know I am never alone. There is always light at the other side of darkness.  I know my angels and guides are with me always and all will be well.

So here's to riding the cycle of life as uninhibited as I can. As joyfully as I can.  And for this lesson and blessing,  I am truly grateful. Namaste.