Thoughts
Isn’t it amazing what our thoughts can do to our state of being. Happy thoughts, happy being, sad thoughts, sad being. Conscious choices, we get to make them every nano second and voila-our life!
And even the Seasons bring their own set of thoughts we step into. I come alive with thoughts of regeneration/hope/joy/new life every spring, especially because I am a gardener. Each summer my thoughts turn to relaxing in the sun and enjoying friends. Fall is my favorite because I am not only a gardener and get to harvest mine and others fruits of labors, but I am also a serious cook and this is my favorite time of the year to do that! Then winter, a mixed bag of thoughts for me. Great joy and anticipation for Christmas and surprising loved ones with thoughtful gifts and good food, but then the long cold. For me, the long cold is a dark place and one I actively avoid.
Thoughts……where do they come from? Is it our feelings/emotions that bring them on? I sometimes sit in meditation and watch the thoughts come out of nowhere, it is fascinating, they just pop up from no origin I can find one after another.
It isn’t easy catching and changing thoughts, but it is of great value to a happier and more fulfilling life when you do.
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Winter is so beautiful. The fresh clean snow when the sun light hits it is like diamonds sparkling and then when it sits for a while it still has the diamonds but also that crunch under our feet as we walk on it. The trees get to have each branch outlined not with black or shade, but with white piles of fluff. The birds that stay for the winter are more welcomed, more appreciated. The wind blows the snow in mini twisters as it dances across the plains or hills. The animals give us that touch of the picturesque. Even their footprints are picturesque. At night when it is the full moon and there is snow, the moonlight casts shadows from the trees that are awesome. And the quiet and peace are so relaxing. Which is more pleasant sitting in front of a fire in the winter or the summer? Those swami’s that live in the Himalayas say there is no time more beautiful.