Gathering Gifts

I went out to my garden this afternoon to say goodbye to the ripening tomatoes, the itty bitty lettuce seedlings and a huge Blue Hubbard Squash. I picked a few ripe raspberries and soaked in the early autumn sun.  I remember cultivating the soil in the spring, watering, watering and then, yes, watering some more. I remember in July thinking to myself, “If you are so busy pulling the weeds that you don’t see the flowers, what’s the point?”

So today, I simply went out to admire the gifts of soil, compost, rain (in all it’s forms) and tender loving care. It is all there, easy to see.

Now,  I am off  to gather gifts from some of the most respected yoga teachers in the country  including Bo Forbes, at The Yoga Journal Conference at Estes Park this week, so that I can bring them back to you, dear readers, workshop participants, friends. It is our practice, our teachers, our willingness to start again that are our true gifts for giving and receiving.

I leave you with some small gifts: a song “Long Time Sun”, from the upcoming Friday night concert artist Snatam Kaur

Seeing the flower for the weeds

“may we all see the flowers for the weeds, may we all gather gifts, may we all pass them on again and again.”