Hi Friends,
About two weeks ago I looked out my kitchen window, saw a robin and had a fleeting thought, “I hope I find a robin’s egg this spring.” Then I completely forgot that robins eggs are a part of spring.
I have been finding these small turquoise eggshells since I was a child, and they have always left me delighted, with a sense of wonder about how and when they appear.
Finding a robin’s eggs is, for me, a symbol of trusting in something bigger than myself.
It’s not about having an eggshell, it’s about the process of tuning in and seeing more closely the small but exquisite beauty that is all around. It’s about the pure joy of a dash of aqua on my path.
Last weekend we were meeting some family for lunch. The restaurant didn’t open until noon so we went for a stroll in a nearby city park, a tiny oasis next to a grungy highway that cuts through Seattle.
As we started walking the path, I looked down just before I took the next step and there was a perfect half robin’s egg right in the middle of the path. I scooped it up. A few steps later the other half appeared.
The other day I was journaling and wrote something that feels true for me right now: I struggle to identify what I want beyond what I have. I’m starting to think this is okay. I am in a season of contentment in my own life, amidst a culture that constantly tries to sell me solutions to being discontent. Perhaps what I really want is a continued dialogue and surrender with the Universe which always delivers in such a better way than I can even imagine.
What is one thing you’ve received in your own life that was better than you could have imagined?
Hold on to wild turquoise hope,
Anna Marie
P.S. I am fully aware that I write these words immersed in a life of great privilege, and amidst the turmoil, upheaval and horror of man made wars. What’s true for me is that in order to be with the darkness, I also have to keep looking for the light. I don’t have answers, but I do support peace.