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Mama of Sanctuary Forest Garden
Mama of Sanctuary Forest Garden
I love to immerse myself, contemplate in the Nature, getting lost and be raptured by the beauty of what the forest unfold. To surround my soul by the songs of birds, the fresh air, the serene blissful greens of the trees. The invitation to be wrapped up in love with Mother Earth as I ground each footprint of mine onto the earthy rich soil.
I simply love Nature. Ever since I reconnect with Nature and reconnect with her, I appreciate the invaluable lesson the season has to bring forth for me. I fell in love with Ecclesiastes 3:1:
'To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven'
I return in recent to my love in poetry. Grateful for the Poetry Therapy Online I made time for with a community.
I rekindle my love in poetry and reintegrating into my being. I chose Ecclesiastes for my drama examination in 1994. I remembered as I articulated each word - each word came alive within me and still does. Never would I know that I would become acquainted, intimately with the Nature Seasons when I moved to Netherlands.
My husband, Jeroen, loves each Seasons. He oozes out the beauty as he talks about what he sees in each season. I dragged the cold weather especially the Autumn when she can rain almost everyday. Cold and gloomy. One year, I was surprised by her and relooked at her, Autumn in a whole new lens. I discovered her true beauty in the walk and exploring in the Nature. Never again I see her cold and gloomy ever again.
As we explored more and more into the Nature of each seasons in the past few years, I find Mother Earth communicating more and more to my heart and soul. I also love gardening, digging my bare fingers and hands into the soil. Over the years, having lived in Netherlands for 12 1/2 years, I find an unspoken intimate 'language'' with her as I intuitively in tune with Nature, resting in her, witnessing her and her witnessing me, loving me...
Each season has her own purpose as I discover especially in my contemplation journey in 2015. Suddenly she becomes so alive, my senses, heart and soul open up to her. Forest, Nature is my home.
This Spring as I allow myself to be in spring, to be the seed, germinating, allowing myself to soak in the soil, to be.
When the time arrives, I break through the skin, sprouting, rooting, into a seedling, being nourished, nurtured, loved by Mother Earth, her love, her care, her tenderness, and occasionally challenged by the storm and wind. As I, a seedling, emerge and break through the darkness, catch the glimpse of the light peeping in. I reach into the light, break through the soil, into the unknown, gradually opening and unfolding my first delicate leaves. I spread my wings above, into the sky, in every little inch, patiently growing. This image and metaphor for me is New Life. Allowing and giving time, space for my new life to emerge with patience.
I now learn how to flow with each season as I embrace my semi-monastic/hermitage life, resting, listening, contemplating, attuning and in return restoring balance in me.
I awaken in the Spring. I am like the bee, buzzing flower to flower, collecting the nectar, preparing the nest to feed the what is to come, what is to be born.
Shalom! Blessings! Love To you!