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Today was a day of birth!  A new beginning.  A miracle.  A sacred time.
I am in awe of the human experience and today I am reminded of just how amazing it is as we celebrate the birth of my niece.
It's amazing that a little spirit can be so present in even the first hours of arrival.  A calm demeanor, a quiet wonder.  I am thinking back to this spring and the start of little buds on the trees and the first plants that burst through the dark soil.  How the miracle of new life is truly mysterious and grand.
I'm reminded of the birth of an idea; the simple seed or whisper of a thought and the way that seed grows into something bigger until it is ready for it's debut.
I recently put out a call to friends and family to help me bring more adventure and spontaneity into my life.  The idea had been percolating for a year and kept nagging at me to do something, but the fear of judgment and commitment kept holding me back.  It took time to let the gentle whisper turn into a cry that needed to be heard.  It kept waiting and asking for me to listen and respond.
At the time of birth, the opening, the revealing, there can be some panic.  "What now?"  "How will this ever work?"  "Am I up for this?"  But, if I quiet all of those doubts, I can feel the energy of positivity that comes from doing something that my soul has called me to do.  It can be scary, but it can also be a time to celebrate, cherish.  A new life.  A new beginning.
As I look at the beauty that those spring buds produced, the fragrance and color of the flowers and trees and the bounty of the garden, I am reminded that giving a seed nourishment and time can produce something awesome.  It just needs a chance to grow.

Do you have an idea that is waiting for it's debut?  


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