For years now, I have been buying reed diffusers for the house and giving them as gifts. My family teases me that I’m the single hand promoter of them and I kid you not for a while I was starting to wonder if this could be true since I wasn’t finding them on the shelves anymore. Just recently they seem to be making a comeback and at the same time, the light bulb went off saying, ‘Little darlin’ save your money, you can make these at home.’
As one student said, “something is bound to happen when a group of women gather like this.” And happen it did. Freely, without judgement and reservation. I can’t honestly recall being in an environment with this many women where cards weren’t held close, at least to some degree. All sense of competition seemed to be non-existent with the belief that there is a loving plan for all and enough success to go around, not for just a few chosen ones.
How tending, making and connecting with a community, other women, the seasons, and myself begs to be cultivated more deeply, honored and sustained as a rhythm as natural as my heartbeat.
…to the strategically placed chairs throughout the property….
…to the paths meant for quiet walks in which to reflect and ponder, it was a filling weekend that presented more gifts than I imagined it would.
Summer sparkled her way into a good couple of days, showing off her brilliance. Her sparkles, dancing on the water, get me every time. When I think of summer, it’s an image that quickly comes to mind.
Oh September, you can be compared to a sweet child. Warm and good natured, just trying to please everyone. Warm days and quiet, cool nights with a hint of the majestic beauty, soon to come.
Your days can make one yearn to learn new things, to create comfortable routines and to do a little nesting along with making wholesome food.
And yet, these are just some of your gifts.