Uplifting Advice from the Universe

one Monday morning walk

This post was written on Monday after my morning walk to our neighborhood pond.

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As I head out for my solo walk this morning, I realize that the Universe is always communicating with me. But unlike a conversation with my walking buddies, Janet and Laurin, I can't hear the Universe's message in words. I must interpret only with the sounds of nature and what my eyes can see. If I'm heavy in thought, say, like today, inauguration day, the majority of those messages might get left unopened, so to speak. So today, I'm hitting the pause button on my inner voice to see what the Universe has to say.

I'm out early. The air is brisk, cold enough to wear a beanie, and the sky is blue with the sun shining bright early.

The first ten minutes of the walk are uphill at a steep incline. I work to pace my breathing. At the corner, I will turn left to head down to the pond. It’s at this point that I can relax, ready to listen.

The five trees on the corner, despite their struggle, stand as a testament to resilience. They've weathered a difficult few years in drought conditions, their treetops slowly succumbing. The owner's interventions, though valiant, might not stave off the end of a season or a life. 

It's okay to be done. 

As I approach the pond, the two swans are waiting, a serene sight amidst the morning bustle. They are here every day, their graceful presence a constant in the ever-changing world. They nestle with their heads together, creating the shape of a heart, which fills my heart with a profound sense of peace.

Could it be that the swans are reminding me that love is always within reach?

Yes, my girl, that is their special job. Love is the most powerful healer.

I walk along the levy and cross the stream that flows at this time of year, releasing the extra water from the pond. The small hill I must climb after I cross the stream feels more difficult than in previous years. I feel less than confident, and my heart races slightly.

It's okay to feel unsure of your next steps. Each year is different. Just take it slow and easy as you carefully choose your footing.

Once back on the flat path, I head over to the second of two picnic tables, where I frequently observe the pond's wildlife. I typically allow for one short read on my phone. This morning, it is from

Connie Schultz

. This woman buoys my spirit and reminds me to find the sunshine.

When you're feeling down, look up. Literally, honey, look up. The sky is my canvas that I share each and every day to lift your spirits.

I climb the short hill to the road and head back home. In the house on the right at the top of the path lives an elderly woman I rarely see outdoors. For years, she fed hundreds of birds from feeders on her back deck, but the feeders have long since sat empty and the birds have moved elsewhere. I often marveled at the number of birds that arrived while sitting at the picnic table behind her house at the pond. Her bushes have been pruned this winter, but the plastic white Christmas star still stands proudly in front of her house.

Never doubt the difference that one person can make in their sphere of influence. And Suzy, be cognizant of those around you who might need help, and do your part. One day, you will need the help.

I next pass the tall redwoods that border the neighbor's house. Their striking beauty and fresh scent are such a gift. 

Nature's beauty is one of my favorite gifts to you.

As I head down toward the corner, the remains of an ancient willow tree stand as a beacon in the middle of the field. A sister willow tree is still thriving tall and wide in a much more protected spot.

The importance of one's life circumstances cannot and should not be discounted. Understanding and acknowledging these circumstances is a crucial step towards fostering empathy and building a more compassionate society.

After studying the ancient willows, I head back up the hill toward home. I pass the quiet tennis courts this morning, with no pop pop from the pickle ballers. Instead the older couple are getting back in their golf cart. She has dementia, and he still likes to exercise. She used to drive the cart while he jogged behind her, but she can no longer drive the cart. He likely brings her to the court so he can walk or jog the court while she safely waits in the cart. 

When life closes one door, invent a new one. Never give up unless, of course, you are done.

Just beyond the tennis courts, I pass the fireman's house. Years ago, he would play his bagpipes out in his yard. The music would echo over the hills reaching many of the neighboring houses, ours included. I always felt so blessed when I heard that beautiful sound. One day, the music ceased. I heard a rumor that his children didn't like it when he played. 

Your God-given talents are a blessing to be shared and appreciated, even when some might not understand or welcome them. You go, girl.

On the left, just past the fireman's house, a Trump flag hangs next to the US flag on a neighbor's deck. Both are wound around their poles, failing to wave proudly in the breeze. 

Remember, even in doubt, there will always be a prevailing wind of justice that trumps all in the end.

The Universe is playing with puns. I appreciate the humor.

The remainder of the walk is downhill. I slip off my jacket within sight of our house. As I walk across our large front yard, under the heritage oak, past the fire pit, and toward the front door, I feel genuinely lifted. 

I need to chat with the Universe more often.

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