This morning on Rosh Hashanah, one of the holiest days of the year, I walked with my baby girl in her stroller to the sound of birds chirping. From high up tree branches, they sang their little hearts out. Giving voice to that which needed to be sung.
I left my phone at home this time. With no temptation to pick it up and check messages, I felt truly anchored to the unfolding of life happening all around me. The messages that needed to reach me were not on my phone, they were outside in nature. Messages to keep going and stay connected. Messages to reach out. To practice gratitude every step of the way. And to keep giving voice to that which needs to be sung within me.
We can start over at anytime. We can mend and heal. A new day, a new beginning, a new intention, a new year.
And as a slight breeze swam through the humid air, it dawned on me that mother nature truly feels like a mother. Anytime we are feeling lost, plagued by a worrisome thought or just need a hug, we can head outdoors and be held by the beauty and unconditional love hidden in every leave, scurrying squirrel, singing bird, dancing tree, social butterfly and color in the dreamy sky.
They are there to keep us connected to our souls. When we connect to our own souls, we connect to the soul in everything.
It is a lullaby, a hushed comfort telling us that everything is going to be okay. On this new day of this new year, find your words, your tune, your melody and share it with those around you. We need your voice and all the voices of the world to keep us connected to the soul in everything.