No is a complete sentence

Ritual of Mabon

There are few things in lif14 - 1e that resonate with me more than trees. Yesterday I was at a local apple orchard, an annual ritual with friends. The introvert in me decided to wander off for a few minutes alone. I wandered amongst the gnarled branches and trunks, touching the bark and selecting some of the multitudes of apples for baking into delicious goodies later.

Trees have always taught me about observation. As I nestled into the branches of one tree, watching the families meandering about the orchard, a few comments from the trees gently filled my mind.

These amazing organisms provide us with nourishment. They bear fruit to populate other trees and survive as an individual tree, but their fruit feeds creatures of all types. People and deer, birds and hornets. This one tree that grows from the ground can f14 - 3eed many.

The ritual of apple picking brings us together. Families with members young and old flock to the orchards every year. Those from the cities, and those that live in the country. Children interact with the trees, learning about how they bear fruit and how nature has to work together with water and nutrients. They get to see how the fruit is essential for life, as the apples are not only eaten, but preserved as jam or baked into pies and breads.

Communities celebrate the orchards and harvest festivals, some dedicated to apples. For this time, we reward the farmers and their hard work as they have lovingly tended their trees all year round. We spend our money giving back to support them. And the ritual of picking apples continues on.

Apple picking is a grea14 - 4t way to celebrate Mabon, (the fall equinox). The second harvest festival is lined up with harvesting the bounty from the earth. The earth gives us these loving gifts during the fall, and it is up to us to celebrate the life cycle.

Visit your local orchards. Take your kids, your families, and your friends. It is a small way of saying thanks to the earth for her generosity in sustaining our lives.

Blessed Mabon, and peace to all.

No is a complete sentence

Ode to Friends

When I started this blog, my primary intention was getting my writing voice out in a more public format. I’ve been hiding behind my security net of silence; what people don’t read, they can’t judge. That was the thinking anyway, and for a self defense mode it worked rather well. Finally I decided if I wanted to improve my writing skills and let those stories I’ve been working on see the light of day, I had to pull back the curtain. Talk about a wee bit scary.

So I started pulling back the curtain and exposing the stage. Slowly. Waiting to see how readers would react and I was poised to close the curtain again. I started sharing my thoughts about perfectionism, doubt, and the largest one of all, anxiety.

What I didn’t expect was who would react most to my posts. Here I was thinking I would get general comments on my writing style or crickets chirping as the larger world would think I was nuts for sharing my personal demons. What I received instead was an outpouring of messages, phone calls, chats over coffee, and love from my friends. I’m overwhelmed by the support.

All along I thought I needed to share with the world my thoughts in order to become a better writer, and expose my opinions to the world in order to understand how to take criticism and different points of views with grace. Instead, what I needed to do was share who I am with my friends. They sent to me all their support, love, and understanding. I have finally realized that I am not alone in my fears and doubts, and that I have a network of people to lean on when those anxieties threaten to take over.

So to my friends I just wanted to say thank you, however inadequate those words seem. You have given me the courage soar on the wind and dance in flight. Much love to you always.