Messages from the Honeysuckle

Evoking Summer

Being of Gen-X, I grew up in a time before cell phones and the madness of technology filling up our minds and precious time.

I learned the value in doing nothing, in wandering around looking for magic in backyards and getting lost in wooded groves. It seemed I was always pushing the limit of whether I’d make it back home in time for supper or not.

So much of childhood is a blur to me, the programming that it seems I was naturally trying to tune out compartmentalized in my mind as my body knew something that my mind couldn’t yet see.

Questions toiled in my belly, but no one ever talked about anything, so I looked for magic on my own accord.

Stomping through the mud, walking into abandonded houses, making up dance routines in the yard, rolling down hills and sitting with the honeysuckles.

Now, as an adult, with too many responsibilities, I’m reminded of the sweetness of life. Honeysuckles sprout up in my yard and there is something so beautiful about the scent that invites my inner child to the surface.

It’s funny, isn’t it, how the senses play such a magnificent part in honing our memories. A single smell tickles a feeling of youth, play, joy….beauty.

How easy it is to forget that magic and abundance are ever-present if we just stop and have a look, a smell, a listen, to life swirling right outside our doorsteps.

And so the honeysuckles are here again reminding me that sometimes life need not be so complicated, that the sweet nectar of being is always hiding in plain site if we’re willing to seek it and the tiniest drop acts as a wisdom keeper in remembrance of the importance to stop and smell the flowers.

Amidst days that can seem so sour at times in this mad world, don’t forget to step outside of it all in order to see that there are other worlds inside worlds ever present around us. The birds chirping outside my window as I write this aren’t worried about what might happen tomorrow. My cat nestled in my lap right now isn’t concerned with what’s on the news. The rain falling cares not if it helps the garden grow or inconveniences your plans.

The magic of life goes beyond how we prescribe meaning, how memories are invoked through our senses and time passing by….it’s about the inner-workings of spirit through us, life enlivened by our presence and an openness to both discern and witness the inter-connectedness of all that is.

What reminds you of summertime or sparks a memory that you can smell and taste? How is your inner-child being nourished? What longs to be re-visited and remain steadfast despite the ever changing growth of becoming new versions of ourselves?

Honeysuckle Magic