The juicy process of Transformation (brought to you by my daily walk through the park)

For the past 6 weeks, I have been contemplating the threshold of winter and spring on my daily walks through the park near our house. There have been days sprinkled with sunlight, days when I can feel spring rising up so powerfully inside and out, and there have been days blanketed with snow or gloom. While the snow holds its own beauty, at this time of year it continuously draws me to the frozenness that hasn’t fully thawed yet - a reminder that winter is still present even though I hear the hunger for spring renewal rumbling deep within.

I have watched the dead of winter slowly transition into spring, starting at the ground level. Each day there is a touch of new green, or a new flower or bud sprouting at the base of the Earth. But the moment I raise my eyes again, everything still looks dead - appearing to still be fully devoted to hibernation and restoration, where energy is still being gathered for the coming season.

On every walk I feel the unpredictable pace, wisdom, and shifting of my inner seasons reflected back to me. The sprinkles of green on the forest floor, amidst bare trunks and branches, remind me of the transitional phases between different states of being or seasons of life - the moments when the anticipated signs of the future are peeking through, yet we continue to live a known/old reality. I am reminded that only when we make space for and cultivate trust in the whole, full process of growth, can holding what is still dying or dead while simultaneously embracing the hope for life that is to come feel like a joyful, awe-inspired daily adventure.

the threshold of the inner seasons

Exploring and embracing our current inner seasons, and releasing any conditioned expectations to be somewhere we are not, is an extremely liberating and poetic journey I lead my clients through and have walked through many times. On my personal path, the past few years have included drawn out periods of inner fall’s shedding, followed by prolonged periods of cocooning and restoring through long inner winter(s). For a few years, this inward flow felt much more familiar than the bouncy, outer energy of spring or summer.

However this year I have experienced inner spring fiercely bubbling - finally feeling the steady energy I craved for months, potentially years. Much has been invisibly building and I can finally feel the sprouts about to break through the surface.

And yet, many of those sprouts have still not made themselves outwardly visible, but my daily walks through the park have once again reminded me of the beauty, worthiness, and power of holding the pieces of our inner terrain that still feel barren or frozen with honor, awe, gratitude, and even delight. Even if spring is all I want to focus on, the lingering winter reminds me the there is still more sacred tending to hold space for - and to trust that doing so will only cultivate the energy of my inner spring even more.

I am reminded that I mustn’t fear the daily reminders of winter, and that transformation doesn’t blossom from one day to the next; the threshold of winter and spring is like my walks - a treasure hunt for new beauty, new life, colors and plants I haven’t seen before.

If I allow it, it brings awe, reminding me to slow down, to take in every moment of sacred presence that I can. To fully BE with the process of shedding (fall), entering a hibernation or void space (winter), and from the darkness witnessing the light and life that starts to break through when it is time (spring), and the ferociously flourish (summer).

The process is potent and sacred. The seasons are working together, in natural progression, and I can choose to respect, honor, and be in flow with their rhythm, with my rhythm. And when I am, I will be carried into my next season in perfect timing, with all of the tools and wisdom I need.

The juicy process of Transformation

Over the years I have fallen deeply in love with the process of transformation, which perfectly mirrors this threshold and progression of the seasons reflected in the park: the beauty and magic of allowing one’s Self the space to unravel and shed what isn’t truly theirs to be or hold, creating and allowing a held emptiness and willingness to just BE, trusting that in perfect time, new energy, vibrancy and states of being will take root and sprout.

We often want to jump from the shedding to the budding, but if we can slow down enough to sit in the emptiness space that is created between each season, we being to hear and feel our soul and essence humming, expanding, playing, coming forth more palpably. In this open field, not yet identified understood perhaps, our Divinity vibrates, and there is space for a relationship with our deeper, vaster, loving being(ness) to take root. We can listen and receive, and being to see and feel what energetically is moving its way into being.

This process happens on a micro level in single coaching sessions, and on a macro level in longer containers. No matter how it unfolds, holding space for what wants to emerge with and for my clients, and in my own life, is one of the greatest gifts of my work and life. It is JUICY AS ALL GET OUT!

It is a journey filled with tears and laughter, often in the same session or moment, and while it isn’t magic, it feel magical, liberating, grounding and empowering all at once, reminding us of who we are, the possibility of our being, and the intersection of what it is to embody our Divine-Humanness.

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