Blog # 150

This is the 150th and final blog for “The Singing Soul” which began with a dream 3 years ago. What a journey it has been. I met amazing people and travelled to islands in the sea. I have visited mountains and lakes, listened to birds sing, painted pictures and I wrote a book. I have laughed and cried. And I have had dreams which led the way. I would like to thank everyone from every corner of the world who have followed and been a part of my journey. Writing and connecting through a vast technological network is humbling to say the least. I loved reading your comments and your own stories of life. No matter where we live on this planet, our age or gender, the human condition is common to all.

It is my hope that this blog has brought comfort, hope, understanding and inspiration through life’s struggles and joys. My own journey is no different from yours. This blog was part of my calling, a gift I chose to share. A gift I am grateful you chose to accept. May you always know there is sunshine after the rain. I live by the motto “this too shall pass”. Keep these words tucked close to your heart. Find your truth, speak your truth, live your truth. The truth of your soul is why you are here. Though our world is constantly changing and advancing the one constant in our lives is our purpose. Love yourself enough to live it.

May you find stillness and in your stillness find peace and in your peace may you hear your soul in the whispers of the wind. – Christine Wasnie

The End

Do not be alarmed by the title of this blog as the end always signifies a new beginning. I am simply finishing up the story book of my life to this point in time. I am closing it out. Finishing the last chapter, moving on, venturing forth. Saying goodbye. The future holds wide open spaces and new adventures. With blank notebook in hand, a pen and brush along with a pot of gold ink, my future is bright and shining gold.  A brand new book is calling to be written. Anything is possible.

I have been blessed with the gifts of flexibility and adaptability. Resilience. Whenever life has thrown me curveballs, I pause, take a deep breath, adapt and carry on. When I was younger this seemed much easier although the blow to my self-esteem harder. Now as I age, recovery takes longer, the blow to my self esteem lighter as I no longer value the opinions of others above my own knowing. I no longer hold tight to what no longer serves me. I let go of those who sap every ounce of my energy and are incapable of loving in a balanced manner. Give and take. There is no room for holding on in my life as that too saps every once of the remaining energy I hold dear in the third act of my life. The energy positive and warm filled with love is what I require to keep my heart beating for as long as is written on my soul.

I have made my peace with the stories I wrote that never came to fruition. These are the greatest sorrows in our lives. The stories we wrote about our hopes and dreams and the life we planned to live. The stories that have now faded into the night of forgotten tears. I have also felt great joy at the stories I have written that I never thought I could write. The stories of people I have met along the way, places I have visited, pictures I have painted, poems and dreams I could not ever have imagined dreaming. The courage to live the life I was meant to live.

For the stories that have lost their hope, I refuse to keep open pages waiting in the book of my life. You cannot hold open pages in your book for “some day”.  Instead, I choose to fill them with new ventures waiting patiently to be lived. Those empty pages are like the spaces we keep in our hearts, hoping with each beat, the space will be filled with memories written in the past. But reality and mindful living enlightens us with the knowledge that living in the past in not healthy for the soul. It creates gaps in our present life. One step at a time, we must move forward accepting that the narrative is finished. You cannot continue to write a story when the narrative is simply done.  The End.

The beginning. A wide open future. A new book begins. I can smell the newness of the pages and binding. As I open the cover and glance at the blank pages, possibility after possibility comes into focus. Page after page waiting to be written. Page after page waiting to be lived, painted and photographed. Page after page waiting for new characters to arrive. Page after page waiting to be shared. My new book calls to me, where have you been. The book you have just finished has been changing your life for a very long time. The time has come to write the truth of who you are. Accept that the old is finished and let go. Take a deep breath. Smile. Are you ready? Now pick up your pen filled with gold ink and begin to write again.

In closing I am led to acknowledge those I hold close through the trials and tribulations of this journey we call life. These are the people who support and love us without judgement. But until today no one has ever done anything so quietly graceful and beautiful. She simply said, ” I will pray for you.” These are the moments that fill the blank pages of our lives.

I Had A Dream

“Written Words”

In my last blog, I wrote about a life changing event experience.  This week I would like to share with you a life changing dream. We all dream. Some while they are asleep. Others while awake. A little bit of both perhaps. Dreams keep us alive in more ways than one providing hope and light, goals and ambitions, direction. Dreams allow us to visit with loved ones departed, places unseen, lands on distant planets. Dreams are an important part of our lives.

I had a dream. Before the time when I began to write and after the time of beginning my photography. Before I picked up a paint brush. A time of upheaval in my life and change. I never considered myself a writer. I thought I had nothing important to say keeping most of my thoughts and ideas inside my head, away from the world. I believed my purpose was to care and uplift others shelving my own needs and desires for some other lifetime. I was busy shuffling from here to there, building this and that, cooking and working and creating in my mind. And yet, when asked how I would describe myself by others, my answer never wavered, I considered myself to be a very creative person. (on the inside)

And then the dream fast asleep, relaxed, breathing deeply, floating. My brother had a best friend Gordie who died very young from a brain tumor. I knew him but, not well as my brother is six years younger than me. I was married and had children, life taking me in my own direction. But, he came to me one night in a dream or as I recall we met in a place somewhere between here and there. I recognized him immediately as he glowed with rosy red cheeks and a smile that lit the space we shared. He appeared so beautiful  and youthful that one could only say he was an angel. An angel with the essence of Gordie. He sat at a desk in a warm colored glowing room which I now recognize as the room in which I write this blog. He beckoned me to come towards him and the desk. I moved towards him and stood beside him. There was an overwhelming sense of peace and warmth and light. Comfort. He opened a book, smiling, and asked me to read. The pages were blank except for one line written in black ink. I tried to explain without speaking that I could not understand the words. Smiling still he explained, “You will.”

I left the dream and kept quiet about it for quite some time. And then, I began to write with thoughts and ideas coming fast and furious. I felt guided to write the blogs and stories I have written.  So much so, that many times I was awakened in the early morning hours compelled to journal my stories. The angel Gordie, my brothers dear friend, opened the door and guided me through. He welcomed me to the purpose of my life. The dream stays with me today and the feeling it evoked warms my heart. For you see, there are angels among us. They do bring great news and tidings of joy. I have shared the dream with a few close friends and now I share it with you. The world between reality and the veiled life within our soul is sheer and sometimes we are able to pierce through for brief moments in time to see our purpose and meaning. Other times, departed loved ones guide the way. They are angels among us and I have been blessed with the experience, the invitation to see what might possibly lie ahead. I had a dream, a beautiful dream that awakened me to living my life purpose.

This blog is dedicated to my angels mother, Marianne. I have wanted to share this story with you for a very long time. So glad I did.     



Life and Life Changing Events

Let’s face it, life has been surreal this past year and for more than one of us, the past few years. We are in a time of transition. A time to break out of old patterns of behavior, relationships, jobs, thinking, living, beliefs which no longer serve us or speak to the truth of who we are. Whether we are aware of this concept or refuse to take a look at the recent and past events of our lives, change is upon us. We are being asked to step up to the plate and reveal the truth of who we are.

In the recent past an opportunity to have my birth chart read by one of the most respected astrologers in our country fell into my lap. I had been considering this concept for many years and really enjoy reading and learning about astrology. The Universe fascinates me and my scientific mind to say the least. I was not disappointed. The information shared simply astounded me. A life changing event. It was the doorway for me to speak my truth, know myself and write my book. I describe it as becoming the emperor with no clothes. The courage to go through the doorway to writing a brand new chapter in my life. The reading was simply the pen, the tool. A profound life changing event.

Having your birth chart read is not for everyone. Nor is a tarot card reading or any other type of divination. Not even religion or spirituality. But, what is common is the search for inner purpose and peace in our souls. For divine guidance and answers. Understanding and knowing. To answer the big question of Why. There are several roads and tools to assist in answering this question. Deep meditation in any way, shape or form is beneficial. Time for contemplation and quiet to hear your own voice and connect with your soul. I believe everyone of us experiences a life changing event at some point in our lives to provide that understanding. Enlightenment. Aha!

Every experienced event changes the course of your life in some way. Whether it be travel, a move, a new job, a loss, a friend, illness, joy, love. Absolutely everything you live and love changes you right along with the cells of your body. Every change occurs so that you will finally come to know yourself and why you are here. And if you believe the stars in the sky were aligned in a certain pattern in the sky the day you were born, then that is OK too. Your beliefs belong in your own story of life not to be determined or written by others. All the others are just characters in your story. Some bring great laughter and joy, others pain and sorrow. All bring lessons in the dance of life. All help us in the search for ourselves.

So I encourage you to ponder the life changing  event or events in your life. What part of you was affected most. How did your life change and how did you perceive these changes. Did you take a victim stance or did you jump for joy at the possibility of a new life direction and opportunity. Can you look back with a tear in your eye or an upturned smile on your lips. Do you now live and speak the truth of who you are. Do you welcome them with an open mind and heart or do you cower in fear. Gratitude. Life and life changing events. Miraculous I say.


Stay Out of the Fray

Non-engagement is quite an old philosophy. Todays language speaks of “the fray”. Which ever language you use to describe battle, war, fighting or chaos, I think fray speaks of it well. Wise words they are. Good advice, yes. Why you might ask. Because no good comes from fighting and involvement in the battles and ensuing chaos created by others.

Non-engagement or away from the fray does not necessarily imply a do nothing attitude. Rather, the do something involves positive actions and words, creating win-win solutions, rising above the situation and seeing from a higher perspective. And yes, sometimes walking away all together when people and situations are intent on winning, a my way or the highway attitude, control and overpowering others. A stance of “call me when you are willing to create a positive solution”, is a powerful position of staying out of the fray.

There are people out there who thrive on creating chaos and battles with others. They do so because of the inner chaos they experience within themselves. Unable to deal with their own issues, they instead create problems with others and seek chaotic crowds intent on destruction to surround and join their merry team. Often convincing and passionate, charismatic even, everyone joins the bandwagon of battle. Now imagine yourself on the outskirts watching this bandwagon. How do you feel being apart from the fray?

Solutions are impossible once everyone has gone to war. For you see that is precisely when group think occurs. The leader is right, all knowing, all seeing. Everyone else just willing to do the leaders bidding, their own thoughts of justice ad fairness, what is right and wrong, gone. Adrenaline rushing, mouths flapping, emails and texting a twitter, gossip flying, lives ruined, hurt and bitter. The fray is not for the faint hearted. The fray is for the ego.

Stay out of the fray. Choose no side other than the side of your own knowing of what is fair and just. Keep your own counsel. Hold your own thought and tongue. For one day the fray may rise against you. Justice always prevails in the end. Keep your soul as your guide, your confidant, your truth. Your soul knows you cannot resolve the issues of the other. That alone is their own lesson to learn on the journey of their life. Stay out of the fray. Focus your energy on creating your own life.


I Write and I Paint Too

I love reading, writing and no, not arithmetic as the old saying goes, painting. Recalling early memories, I see myself happily painting picture books where the color was already imprinted on the pictures. You simply needed a brush and water to make the pictures magically come to life. I loved how the water moved the colors, blending to create new images. I imagine that is why today, I am enamored with Watercolor and moving paint in loose styles to create unexpected and delightful pictures. Colors blending and forming hard and soft edges in shapes unexpected and surprising. You never know what you might get!

Do I consider myself an artist. Absolutely not! I am a creator and find great joy in simply creating whether it be stories, painting or photography. The sheer abandonment of judgement and opinion from self or others opens the space for creativity to begin. Creating is healthy for my mind, body and soul. I get lost in the process of going within, listening to my soul beckoning me to explore my truth. To express my truth and how I see the world, a limited view of my own experiences and living. An understanding that I know I must create to live my own purpose. To respect my limitations and celebrate my abilities and gifts. To share and trust. To inspire others to abandon everything that others have told them and believed about what they can and can’t do, what they should and shouldn’t. To do what feels right for them.

Last week I painted a picture attempting a loose style of watercolor painting. I was pleased with the process and outcome. I am gently learning to let go of more rigid styles of creating. I post my paintings on social media sites and also enjoy seeing the paintings of other fellow creators. I posted my first loose style painting and the next morning I received a message from a friend whom I not seen in a very long time. You know how it goes, life takes us in different directions and we lose touch. The message was lovely and warm amid the chill of early morning in September. Upon reading the message, my intuition immediately told me that the picture belonged to her. Later that day I went to see her unannounced to deliver the picture as a gift. When I arrived we embraced and I gave the picture to her telling her that I had a deep knowing that she needed this gift at this time in her life.  My intuition never leads me astray and afterwards I question why I ever doubted its wisdom. The connection with my friend was warm and emotional. Yes, indeed life has been a challenge for her of late. Challenges we all face when life hits us like a wave, submerging us over and over struggling for air and breath. Understanding.

Creating and creations are meant to be shared, gifted with love. Creations are very much like the growth stages of our life. They begin in infancy, an idea, a spark of light. We choose to either nurture this idea giving it form and hope or we simply deny the possibility tossing it away. It is the energy we decide upon to either feed the spark or snuff it out that determines the outcome. As we feed it with inspiration and love it grows like a new baby. There are times when it falls but, if you don’t fall, pick yourself back up, you will never learn to keep on going. Persevere. As we find the courage to clean out the negative energy from our minds, the voice that says you are not good enough, that you could never create or comparisons to others, a new adventure begins. There is no greater judge than yourself and the voice in your own head which keeps you stuck. Everyone of us lives with the ability to have an idea. 

I started by taking one beginner class. I was blessed with a great teacher and artist who has the patience of a saint. Today, I continue to take his classes as he inspires me with his outlook on life and painting. He shares his gift with others in beautiful ways. And I still believe I am divinely guided in all my creations including writing this blog. But then again, aren’t all creations touched by the hand of God, Angels and Guides. Lighting our purpose. If you allow yourself to create, I can tell you this, you too will feel the touch of Divine inspiration. And once you do, there is no going back. Creating is what we are brought here to do. We were all created to create. To dream our dreams and bring them to life. Imagine that! 

Release Those Toxins

Over time our bodies are exposed to various toxins that affect our physical, emotional and spiritual well-being. When we are exposed to toxins, they are ingested through our bodies, our minds, our soul. There are environmental toxins such as the contaminated air we breathe, the food we eat, the water we drink, the recreational drugs we consume. Emotional toxins consist of guilt, shame, self-esteem issues, hate, resentment and jealousy. Bullying and abuse. Everything opposite of love. Spiritual toxins remove you and take you far away from your soul purpose. These toxins accumulate with the business of life and constant doing, getting, wanting, and needing. Loosing touch with the self.  Toxins in all forms are stored within the cells of our bodies, minds and heart causing accumulated stress and damage over time.

We are all aware of the environmental toxins affecting our health because we read and hear about them everyday. Food recalls and safe handling, new diseases and contamination make us take heed and be aware as the rules and regulations change daily to meet the challenges faced by our society. Emotional toxins are not topics we discuss often enough until their effects destroy lives and impact our daily living. Emotional toxins are stored deep within us, in our tissues, our hearts and minds. Because we may be reluctant to expose these toxins, we instead tuck them deep down out of fear and shame.  Everyone of us has been exposed to emotional toxins to some degree. Some more than others. If not addressed, discussed and healed these emotional toxins cause emotional damage to ourselves, our relationships and families. Spiritual toxins also cause damage. Living our lives to the beat of someone else’s drum, fulfilling the dreams of others, living a lie of who we really are and adhering to beliefs that are not true for us, cause spiritual pain. Sometimes this is the story of our whole lives reaching the end with regret and sorrow. Toxins eat away at us destroying the beautiful souls we were born to be.

Toxins must be released on a regular basis. To release these toxins change is always required, sometimes surface changes and others deep and profound. A detox is required on all levels of being. An elimination that once again restores holistic health, physical, emotional and spiritual. A close and introspective examination of what is no longer serving you, what is no longer healthy for you, what is no longer in the best interests of your overall well-being and purpose. What is harming you. You can feel toxins within your body if you take the time to listen, feel and observe yourself. To pay attention to your soul when it alerts you to what does not feel right for you. Are you aware of that feeling? It is called your intuition. Do you listen to it or are your constantly pushing it aside, ignoring the red flags. Do you tell yourself it doesn’t matter or worse you don’t matter. Do you constantly internalize the opinions of others and their beliefs about you rather than trusting and having the strength to believe in your own? Do you know what you believe, physically, emotionally and spiritually? Before a detox can occur, there must be an complete self-scan and examination.

Time for a full body scan at all levels is a priority for ourselves. A time out. A re-evaluation of our life purpose, our life path, what we put in, what we give out. What we can change to feel better, healthy, less burdened and weighed down. How we can bring more joy and happiness into our lives. How we can feel good about who we are and why we are here. The bottom line is, we need to release toxins and believe that it is in our power to do so. Empowerment. Release the victim mentality that holds you captive in a prison of your own making. Explore the beautiful release experiences available to us all. Yoga, green clean eating programs, Reiki and Tai Chi. Bicycling and therapy, meditation and nature. Walking and pets, rescue and adoption. Volunteering and service. A good neighbor, a good soul. A smile and a hello. A much needed goodbye. Learning the word ‘no’ is a complete sentence. There are a multitude of ways to detox most of which cost nothing. You deserve the life you were brought here to live. Believe me when I tell you, no one other than you will give you that life. Your life, your responsibility. Do yourself a favor and release the toxins from your life. It begins with the word ‘yes’ for yourself.

Life in Black and White

“I was born into a world of black and white. The only problem was I remembered the colours of the life I was meant to live.” – Christine Wasnie 

I am sure many of you have had the opportunity to view old pictures and videos in black and white depicting life before the 1960’s or there about. Many of you may have grown up in those times, the eras of rules, matter of fact ways, no deviation from the so called norms and customs. When I think about it, the only color imaginable may have been on the lips of women in shades of bright red and orange. Father, mother, children and pet in cities and rural settings all lined up in a perfect row. In these times there were no gray areas. Instead the preferred and adhered to view was simply black and white.

Black and white views and living are rigid where petrified patterns are difficult to break out of. Uncertainty and the unknown feared and unwelcome. Even though black and white photos are limited in their use today,  many people continue to adhere to this view of life and living. The idea that this is how life is for me and should be for all others on the face of the planet. Black and white thinking is fear based. Fear of going to hell. Fear of disapproval from family and friends. Fear of loss. Fear, fear, fear. To ease anxieties it is far easier to control life with black and white thinking rather than open the full box of crayons. Choice and free will.

Life today is an open palette based on the primary colors of life. Mixed, blended and true, life is a blank canvas of creative passion. Most embrace this color extravaganza with enthusiasm and glee. A never ending adventure. A life far from the fear based black and white we thought was left in the dust long ago. We are definetly called upon to color outside the lines, think beyond the outdated and apply the palette of our choosing to everyday living. To really see the color combinations painted in the lives of our families and friends, cultures and politics, laws and love.

For you see, fear and control are the colors of black and white. There cannot be love when there is fear. You cannot control life when you are coloring with a full box of crayons. Black and white living leaves no room for options. We were all given a full box of crayons when we came to this earth. Some of us entered a life where black and white thinking was taught. But, as adults we always have choice. Our world is a world of color so why should the life inside your thoughts be any different. If you fear making changes then start with the primary colors of blue, red and yellow, the source and beginning of all other color. Perhaps, begin with a little yellow, the color of the sun. When you let in a little bit of sun it chases away all the dark shadows of black and white. For without the sun in your life, there is no color.

There are times in life when the color seeps away and fear takes hold of our every thought and action. The color drains from our faces and is replaced with an anxiety in the pit of our stomachs so overwhelming that we could not search for the sun even if we tried. These are the trials and tribulations of life. When we are called upon to rise above and find the strength to conquer our fears. To really listen to the voice of our soul. To come to terms with the changing landscape of our life. These are the times to believe that everything and everyone happens for a reason. To teach us something about ourselves. Perhaps a love we never believed was possible. A wise soul once told me, you cannot control what life gives you, only your response to it. This I know for sure. And when it does, if you only have a black and white crayon in your hand, ask someone who views the world in full color to share their box of colorful crayons with you so you too may begin to paint yourself out of the shadows and into life once again.

The Space Between the Pearls

“An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, space or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle. But it will never break.” -Ancient Chinese Proverb

Pearls are familiar to everyone, cultured, iridescent, imitation, pink and black. Their origins in oceans deep are rare like the pearls themselves. Strung together to form expensive jewellery or adorned on clothing, their beauty cannot be denied. Draped across the fine musculature of the neck , a sight to behold.  There are other jewels strung together to create Malas and Rosaries but, rather than admiring their beauty, they are used in prayer and meditation across various cultures. Often worn as a reminder of the persons connection with the Divine to seek a calmer mind, body and spirit.

Pearls, Malas and Rosaries are stung together each bead connected to the next, a part of a common circle. What the string is made of is of little significance compared to the brilliance of the bead. But, without the string there would be no circle of mindfulness and beauty. The string in the space between is the binding required to keep it all together. Without it, everything definitely falls apart, separate entities. Retrieving each bead a difficult task once the circle is broken.

Sometimes, the string gets all tangled and knotted, stretched and pulled.  Really taken to the limits of its ability to function as the strength that holds it all together. When our patience is tried and the breath heavy, we give up and may toss our possession into a corner, jewellery box or forgotten space. Then, we remember it once again with longing, yearning, nostalgia or simply desire to return to our calmer mind, spirit and body. To resurrect for that special occasion. Retrieved, we once again tackle that tangled knot with perseverance and patience, resilience.

For you see, we are the beads which require a circle of string to hold us all together. Whether you are a bead of beauty like the pearl, cultured and refined, a bead of a rosary used in deep and thoughtful repetitive prayer, or a mala in meditative silent or loud chanting, the string is the substance which holds us together. The space which asks nothing really, other than to just be for the purpose it was brought here to be. It is the space which is quiet and does not speak aloud. The string knows its function without question and does not vie for its position with the bead. The string in the space between the beads is the most powerful of all and yet, goes unnoticed until tangled or knotted.

The string in the space between the pearls is your soul. It connects you with everyone and everything regardless of whether they are pearls, malas or rosaries. The gems are you, here to fulfill a purpose. You are not able to disconnect from your Source, the Universe, yourself. Yes, the string which binds you will get tangled and knotted along the way and yes, you can toss it in a corner for a time. But, it will always call you back to find the strength and patience to untangle the knots of your life. The soul has a wonderful purpose in the space between the pearls. It is to support, tangle and stretch until you become the gem you were brought here to be. Next time you come across a string of pearls, a Mala or Rosary, take a closer look at the string and the space inbetween. Sometimes the hidden pearls are far more valuable than what we see with our eyes wide open. 


Summer in the Northern Hemisphere


It is 5 o’ clock on the morning of the Full Moon In Capricorn. The eastern sky is on fire with the rising sun, orange and red dimming to shades of violet and gray as clouds form in the west where daylight has yet to awaken. July 9th holds the promise of energy packed planets coming together to promote self-awareness, inner work that is often messy but, necessary. It is Sunday in summer in the Northern Hemisphere and as I write this blog, the wren still sings outside my window in the tree filling the day with promise.

Bees arrive and begin the symphonic hum among the Goats Beard and Salvia. Busy travelling to and fro between flower and hive, they remind us the season is indeed short and sweet. The days long, the nights dim, light overshadows darkness. A much-needed respite from life.  Energy abounds with the heat of summer. Every shade and hue of green permeates the landscape and long hours of day. Sunlight permits green to exist for without it green ceases to be. Day begins. Coffee on the patio beckons. Morning meditation and reflection. The scent of freshly mowed dewy grass fills my breath. The heat of the day begins to rise.

Summer in the Northern Hemisphere is laced with activity. In winter we sleep but, summer is a time for movement and doing. There are market gardens filled with baking and homemade wares. Patient hands have worked all winter to prepare for the weekend gathering of watering taste buds searching for hints of summer.  Marathons, walk-a-thons and bike-a-thons raise money for various causes. We attend folk fests, music fests and ballet in the park sitting on blankets and beach chairs and swaying our heads to and fro with smiles that light up the night sky. Bonfires, wiener roasts, marshmallows and s’mores. Mosquitos and sunscreen. Fresh strawberry pie.

We garden, trim and weed. Planters overflow with bright flowers of every color.  There are barbeques and patio parties and festivals of every kind. Zumba and yoga outside in communities dotted along waterfront rivers, lakes and parks. People are out and about dog walking, jogging and laughing up and down streets and avenues. There are campers, tenters and mobile homes dotted along highways destined for provincial and private parks. Cabins disappear once more into the foliage of surrounding forests. Boaters, wake-boarders and paddle boats skim across lakes echoing sounds of harsh roaring motors or soft ripples of cool water. Against the blue sky sailboats sail, blending with soft clouds floating, suspended. Sand castles, sun hats and shovels form around children playing on shores of sand and grass. Giggles and wonder fill this moment in time. Through the haze of summer heat the picture painted is familiar and warm.

Visitors visit having travelled from lands far away. There are tours of historic sites, parades and fan fare. Dancing and bands, soul food from various cultures lure with sizzling smoke billowing from street vendors along attractions and city streets. Bare feet, sandals and flip-flops produce musical beats against the background of summer scurry. Artists sit, draw and paint, focused. Intent on capturing colors that only the summer sun can illuminate and cast shadows deep and dark. Picnics and laying on blankets in the grass,  sun-glassed eyes form cloud pictures and memories from childhood. Baby toes peek out from strollers pushed by parents adorned with back packs and baby wipes, bottles and snacks.

Summer is a time of renewal, healing and rejuvenation. Transforming from cocoon to butterfly. Our mission is to fly towards the sun, flitting from flower to flower, gathering and supping the sweet nectar summer brings. We bask in the heat and raise our faces toward cool northern breezes. Hair loose and blowing free, muscles melt away tension. Shorts and sun dresses, sleeveless shirts expose skin white once bound tightly, snow mummies with frozen fingers and toes. Freckles and age spots, suntanned golden brown bodies reappear, youthful at every age.  Summer is a time to reconnect with our spirit, the spirit of others, the spirit of the sun. To harness all the possibilities summer brings in its brief stay here in the Northern Hemisphere. Even though the time is short, the energy of summer compares to no other season in our life. Throughout Fall, Winter and Spring, we long for the season of summer. Summer is good for the soul.  Happy summer Northern Hemisphere!