Dear Sarah , you always bring me to tears, as if you could speak from the deepest part of my heart. Each time I listen to your soft soothing voice I feel rocked like a baby in her mothers’ loving arms. I feel and know I am not alone on this journey and it comforts me to see that there “is nothing wrong with me” for a beautiful soul like yours has the same pains and always finds the way to the light and helps others bring out the light beneath the darkness . Thank you 🙏
There is a pine tree in our yard, next to the river, and neon green moss grows beneath it. Last summer, I tried several mornings to sit below that tree in my morning meditation. Its roots curve out and around in a way that makes this little inviting nest to sit within. It's a beautiful, magical little spot. However, every time I sat below it, an angry squirrel appeared in the branches and chastised me endlessly with its chattering. Clearly, this tree was already taken! And quite honestly I was a little afraid of that squirrel, who when I would talk to him, asking if we could share, would inch closer down the trunk towards me. I finally conceded; the squirrel won. The tree was his. I left a small peach at the bottom of the tree as an apology and moved along. If trees can laugh, surely this one was chuckling. ❤️
I too share in this naming of trees. No coincidence for this connection of heart coherence💕✨💕
My tree is named Lily and she is a Dogwood that sits outside my window by my loft. I converse with her daily, through all seasons. She is still bare, but will soon bloom.
This is a contemplation from 2 years ago that resonates so strongly with your writing today.
Unsettled
There is an undercurrent of unsettled emotion that is carrying me to a place of protection and isolation.
I seek inner peace but face a hum of distraction
I seek connection, but feel distant from myself
I seek joy, but sense unease
I seek love, but am breathing apathy
I seek lightness but am veiled in grayness
Even as I sit and relish a beautiful pre spring day
With Air crisp and cool, yet warm on the skin as she is bathed in sun’s rays
Valley views hugged by quiet mountain ranges
Fire flaming warmth and the crackling of wood burning hues of violet and orange
Tress budding
Grass sprouting
Birds singing
Weeds appearing
Daffodils blooming
Church bells ringing
Endless blues skies
A Delightful glass of wine
Crimson sunset
Even in all this still beauty Melancholy visits
even in this seeming perfection
she decides to take a seat on the grass under the tree
Thank you so much for sharing these beautiful images with us. It is the polarity and juxtaposition that makes the heart sing, and what makes it open. Isn't it true that both have their place, they make love possible?
“Settle down — you have everything you need right before you.” 🙌🏼
This is a beautiful piece, Sarah. Thanks for the reminder to a busy mom to get outside. I live near the sea, and the ocean calls to me.
One of my favorite books as a child was “The Giving Tree” by Shel Silverstein. 🌳 I read it to my young daughter, and she cried. She has a golden heart. ❤️
The timing of this is incredible as I am about to take my partner to visit the Redwoods in California. It is no coincidence for sure. I can’t wait for the calm and the serenity of those wise, old trees!🌲 We are both huge fans of yours and listen to your words daily. Thank you for sharing yourself with the world🙏🏻🩷
I feel that same internal disquiet creep toward me at some point each day. I've noticed it more lately. And I don't notice it because it is more present, but rather because I am more willing to see it, hear it, turn toward its tug on my sleeve. I feel this great un-conditioning happening inside me. The habit of ignoring the disquiet, papering over it with busyness, distraction, anything other than the attention it is asking for has been deeply practiced. And yet, the very act of acknowledging the habit begins to loosen the tired, tangled knots. Thank you for offering another practice, with the trees, for turning toward and releasing all the places of disquiet within. So much gratitude for you and all your words.
So beautiful and timely in a heart breaking way. Today a gorgeous red jacaranda must come down. She was planted by the former owners only several feet from our house. Her mighty roots have grown so massive she is cracking the foundation of our house. 😔I have prayed over her, thanked her for the beauty and shade not to mention the haven for the wildlife. Shed tears feeling her bark which has several hearts of her own creation. The only thing keeping my heart from totally imploding is her wood will be taken to my grandchildren’s school and their precious hands will offer her a new form. I will quietly venture to her once again this morning asking her to engrave her essence upon me. Trees are my cherished friends and I do not say goodbye easily. My gratitude for your words to help me to release more in this moment. Lovingly to all.🌳💚💔
Ooouffff. Joanie. I understand what you're feeling. The best we can do is to move with grace and reverence, which is what you are doing. Thank you for your attention and care. My love to you and the red jacaranda as you go through this process.
This embrace of the trees. I have felt it too, called them by name, and received such medicine with forehead against trunk and sitting at their roots. Thank you for your words and your journey Sarah🙏
Oh beloved Sarah Blondin with the intersextuonality of your heart-minded radiance! 🙏🥹 Thank you doesn't seem sufficient to describe the golden vibrance of your words as they unfold in this piece...like unwrapping a priceless gift! Thank you...for normalizing the depth of the human experience and the restorative, renewing embrace...of nature (the artists & curators among us who so brilliantly capture the ingredients of reciprocity of this sacred healing elixir included)!
I set myself free from a sunny day of work indoors I could feel in the core of the weight of my muscle & bones yesterday...to walk with in the forest with my cuddly counterpart at my side...under a sea of stars... & breathe in the seemingly infinite treasure of the breeze... as it brushed against my cheeks...cradled by the pineneedles & earth...massaging each footstep.
And the intersection Sarah between here...and there...while pausing to gaze upon the starlight, framed by the silhouettes of the tree branches upon a vibrant indigo canvas...I feel the reciprocity of a net of hope & possibility...like a dream unfolding in real time and yet...that also transcends all space & time. 🙌...👩🍳❤️🔥🤌🫴
Please accept my infinite gratitude for the sacred space you curate, nuture, & tend so tenderly with the harmony of your powerful written word.
Oh my but I'm going to have to listen to this many times to get it all.
I am going through the most vulnerable time in my entire 65 years on this beautiful planet. I am in a body that, so far, hasn't totally revealed what it's being hit with and I'm losing some of my independence and the strength I have always had.
It's beginning to be spring here in Montana and there is a patch of lawn that is completely without snow and has been for a couple of weeks now. It is under this huge conifer that I love. When it's warm enough these days, I am finding myself sitting under it on that little patch of lawn and it's the only time of the day or night (I am not sleeping from the symptoms) that I feel somewhat whole.
I followed the holy call outside yesterday and with a blanket on the grass I laid open breathing watching the clouds ☁️ and the vastness (as you’ve taught me) calmed my shaking. My little dogs loved it, too. I’ve been doing this for the last 2 months before and after this serious neurosurgery, and it’s been integral for my emotional and spiritual well being, Thank You! Wish I had a good tree on my property 😂! I shall be on the lookout for a park with goooood trees 🌲
Namaste to this place and all of you who I feel so blessed to be connected to. This place is Home for me
May the Holy continue to guide us and may we have the courage to listen, feel and follow . Thank you Sarah this is so incredibly beautiful.
thank you, Julie. May the Holy continue to guide us, indeed.
Dear Sarah , you always bring me to tears, as if you could speak from the deepest part of my heart. Each time I listen to your soft soothing voice I feel rocked like a baby in her mothers’ loving arms. I feel and know I am not alone on this journey and it comforts me to see that there “is nothing wrong with me” for a beautiful soul like yours has the same pains and always finds the way to the light and helps others bring out the light beneath the darkness . Thank you 🙏
Pam, thank you sister, for rocking me in your arms with these words of love. I am very grateful.
Dear Sarah, honored and grateful for sisterhood which connects us on such a deep level. Healing others heals us. We really are all ONE.
There is a pine tree in our yard, next to the river, and neon green moss grows beneath it. Last summer, I tried several mornings to sit below that tree in my morning meditation. Its roots curve out and around in a way that makes this little inviting nest to sit within. It's a beautiful, magical little spot. However, every time I sat below it, an angry squirrel appeared in the branches and chastised me endlessly with its chattering. Clearly, this tree was already taken! And quite honestly I was a little afraid of that squirrel, who when I would talk to him, asking if we could share, would inch closer down the trunk towards me. I finally conceded; the squirrel won. The tree was his. I left a small peach at the bottom of the tree as an apology and moved along. If trees can laugh, surely this one was chuckling. ❤️
Thank you for the laugh, Sarah. The squirrel always wins.
What a lovely share, even though the squirrel didn’t want to. :) I enjoyed learning from your lesson of letting go, even of our sweetest spot.
💖🙏✨
LOL! The squirrels don't like when I sit under our trees in the backyard. Luckily I have one in front that has not been claimed!
Dearest Sarah🌳
Utterly sublime ✨
I too share in this naming of trees. No coincidence for this connection of heart coherence💕✨💕
My tree is named Lily and she is a Dogwood that sits outside my window by my loft. I converse with her daily, through all seasons. She is still bare, but will soon bloom.
This is a contemplation from 2 years ago that resonates so strongly with your writing today.
Unsettled
There is an undercurrent of unsettled emotion that is carrying me to a place of protection and isolation.
I seek inner peace but face a hum of distraction
I seek connection, but feel distant from myself
I seek joy, but sense unease
I seek love, but am breathing apathy
I seek lightness but am veiled in grayness
Even as I sit and relish a beautiful pre spring day
With Air crisp and cool, yet warm on the skin as she is bathed in sun’s rays
Valley views hugged by quiet mountain ranges
Fire flaming warmth and the crackling of wood burning hues of violet and orange
Tress budding
Grass sprouting
Birds singing
Weeds appearing
Daffodils blooming
Church bells ringing
Endless blues skies
A Delightful glass of wine
Crimson sunset
Even in all this still beauty Melancholy visits
even in this seeming perfection
she decides to take a seat on the grass under the tree
No reason, it just is
I remind myself to let it be
surrender to the mystery
The Heart appears far today…
Thank you so much for sharing these beautiful images with us. It is the polarity and juxtaposition that makes the heart sing, and what makes it open. Isn't it true that both have their place, they make love possible?
Gorgeous reflection sister 🙌🏼🌲
Thank you for sharing this Michelle!
“Settle down — you have everything you need right before you.” 🙌🏼
This is a beautiful piece, Sarah. Thanks for the reminder to a busy mom to get outside. I live near the sea, and the ocean calls to me.
One of my favorite books as a child was “The Giving Tree” by Shel Silverstein. 🌳 I read it to my young daughter, and she cried. She has a golden heart. ❤️
The timing of this is incredible as I am about to take my partner to visit the Redwoods in California. It is no coincidence for sure. I can’t wait for the calm and the serenity of those wise, old trees!🌲 We are both huge fans of yours and listen to your words daily. Thank you for sharing yourself with the world🙏🏻🩷
BEAUTIFUL! Enjoy!
Thank you, Sarah. Please lean your ear against Apple, Rosemary, and Sigmund too and share what messages they have for us.🙏🏼🌳
I will! Thank you, Marjorie. They all share something different.
I feel that same internal disquiet creep toward me at some point each day. I've noticed it more lately. And I don't notice it because it is more present, but rather because I am more willing to see it, hear it, turn toward its tug on my sleeve. I feel this great un-conditioning happening inside me. The habit of ignoring the disquiet, papering over it with busyness, distraction, anything other than the attention it is asking for has been deeply practiced. And yet, the very act of acknowledging the habit begins to loosen the tired, tangled knots. Thank you for offering another practice, with the trees, for turning toward and releasing all the places of disquiet within. So much gratitude for you and all your words.
So beautiful and timely in a heart breaking way. Today a gorgeous red jacaranda must come down. She was planted by the former owners only several feet from our house. Her mighty roots have grown so massive she is cracking the foundation of our house. 😔I have prayed over her, thanked her for the beauty and shade not to mention the haven for the wildlife. Shed tears feeling her bark which has several hearts of her own creation. The only thing keeping my heart from totally imploding is her wood will be taken to my grandchildren’s school and their precious hands will offer her a new form. I will quietly venture to her once again this morning asking her to engrave her essence upon me. Trees are my cherished friends and I do not say goodbye easily. My gratitude for your words to help me to release more in this moment. Lovingly to all.🌳💚💔
Ooouffff. Joanie. I understand what you're feeling. The best we can do is to move with grace and reverence, which is what you are doing. Thank you for your attention and care. My love to you and the red jacaranda as you go through this process.
Mahalo! Indeed it’s a process, you are so right. Heartfelt hugs💜
You touched me w naming your trees Sarah. You are a gift of the Holy to each of us.
There’s a tree I check in with every chance I get. Those feel like the most sane moments of my life.
You're still here, Jason! lovely to see your voice popping up again. "Those feel like the most sane moments of my life,"- mine too. mine too.
I'll be here as long as you are!
This embrace of the trees. I have felt it too, called them by name, and received such medicine with forehead against trunk and sitting at their roots. Thank you for your words and your journey Sarah🙏
Oh beloved Sarah Blondin with the intersextuonality of your heart-minded radiance! 🙏🥹 Thank you doesn't seem sufficient to describe the golden vibrance of your words as they unfold in this piece...like unwrapping a priceless gift! Thank you...for normalizing the depth of the human experience and the restorative, renewing embrace...of nature (the artists & curators among us who so brilliantly capture the ingredients of reciprocity of this sacred healing elixir included)!
I set myself free from a sunny day of work indoors I could feel in the core of the weight of my muscle & bones yesterday...to walk with in the forest with my cuddly counterpart at my side...under a sea of stars... & breathe in the seemingly infinite treasure of the breeze... as it brushed against my cheeks...cradled by the pineneedles & earth...massaging each footstep.
And the intersection Sarah between here...and there...while pausing to gaze upon the starlight, framed by the silhouettes of the tree branches upon a vibrant indigo canvas...I feel the reciprocity of a net of hope & possibility...like a dream unfolding in real time and yet...that also transcends all space & time. 🙌...👩🍳❤️🔥🤌🫴
Please accept my infinite gratitude for the sacred space you curate, nuture, & tend so tenderly with the harmony of your powerful written word.
Your gratitude is welcomed with open arms! I'm sending it back to you, Alivyana! Poetry is in your words. Thank you for sharing.
And also...happy International Women's Day...please pardon my unintended spelling errors that do not seem editable!
Oh my but I'm going to have to listen to this many times to get it all.
I am going through the most vulnerable time in my entire 65 years on this beautiful planet. I am in a body that, so far, hasn't totally revealed what it's being hit with and I'm losing some of my independence and the strength I have always had.
It's beginning to be spring here in Montana and there is a patch of lawn that is completely without snow and has been for a couple of weeks now. It is under this huge conifer that I love. When it's warm enough these days, I am finding myself sitting under it on that little patch of lawn and it's the only time of the day or night (I am not sleeping from the symptoms) that I feel somewhat whole.
Thank you for this...
Wishing you healing & the strength of acceptance if that settles your heart Elizabeth. 🙏🏼💓
Thank you. I am most certainly being challenged the past many months. 😘
I followed the holy call outside yesterday and with a blanket on the grass I laid open breathing watching the clouds ☁️ and the vastness (as you’ve taught me) calmed my shaking. My little dogs loved it, too. I’ve been doing this for the last 2 months before and after this serious neurosurgery, and it’s been integral for my emotional and spiritual well being, Thank You! Wish I had a good tree on my property 😂! I shall be on the lookout for a park with goooood trees 🌲
Namaste to this place and all of you who I feel so blessed to be connected to. This place is Home for me
Love, Annie
Ann, you've found the magic elixir. Continue on. Seek out the special tree! I'm so glad to be able to share Home with you. Truly. All my love.
Ann💖
Glad to know that the gentle grasses and wide open skies nourished and comforted you. Sending you blessings of restored health and ease.
Namaste 🙏
I too feel that homecoming here in Sarah’s deep reflections which mirrors our own. So happy to journey with you 💕✨🌳
I felt like taking off my sandals at this burning bush like moment 🔥
My mind has not caught up to verbalizing what transfigured in me while listening. Holy.
Sarah, thank you for sharing the Honey 🍯 once again to slake the parts of me with satisfying delight 😊