Life seems to have a way of narrowing our focus over time. When we are young, our imaginations create worlds upon worlds, and when asked what we want to be when we grow up, our greatest dreams pour forth as though it's already a given.
Then the dream thief arrives, and one-by-one, steals our hopes until we are left defending the one or two that remain...leaving us focused on a very narrow bandwidth of life.

What is the thing we call Wind? We cannot taste, smell, or see it...yet, it leaves behind impressions in its wake, sharing what it's been up to, such as the snow in this photo. This is how spirit shows up as well, without tangible attributes that can be held, or put under a microscope...yet it too, leaves very discernible remnants that are demonstrated by the change in our perspective, an open heart, peace, and gratitude.

As the landscape changes form and enshrouds itself in leaves and snow, nature reminds us the time is ripe to journey to our inner cave. The stillness of growth on the exterior can be harnessed for interior exploration and expansion.

The explosive, silken milkweed seed creates its own natural fireworks show as the sun's rays are captured in each filament. Are you able to move into childlike wonder and amazement at such a display...finding yourself with a wide smile stretched across your face?! Step out and enjoy the show.

Sometimes, when we are open to the possibility, the universe opens the portal to other realms...encouraging us to move beyond self-imposed constraints and dream into existence pure beauty.