Weekend Doomscrolling? Nope. I chose this instead (Highly recommend)

“Wait for me, I’m comin’

Wait, I’m coming with you

Wait for me, I’m comin’ too

I’m comin’ too

Show the way so we can see

Show the way the world could be…”

(name that Broadway musical 😉)

This song has been playing on repeat in my mind (ok, well, not just in my mind - I’ve been belting it out multiple times a day) since Saturday, when my teen and I saw a local performance of Hadestown.

It was so good.

This past weekend, I filled my cup with:

• 🌷 A local annual spring bulb show with a friend – a multitude of colors bursting forth, even while we wait for spring’s arrival.

• 🎶 My first Kirtan (yogic chanting) in years – an experience so needed and so healing, I can’t quite put it into words.

• ☕ A quiet gathering with a small group of parents – sharing tea, stories, and presence. Nourishment of another kind.

• 🎭 A beautiful performance of Hadestown, with talented young artists showing the way.

• 🌱 Tiny buds emerging on local trees – with spring whispering, "I’m coming" (the trees showing the way).

Spring Bulb Show

And in those moments, I wasn’t doomscrolling. I wasn’t weighed down by dread. I wasn’t talking about everything that’s broken.

I was soaking in (and joining in creating) beauty, art, and collective song. And I was witnessing the quiet, steady promise of life and color returning.

There were moments I wept in the witnessing (it doesn’t take much these days, and I’m very aware that weeping is its own form of release and healing).

Why tell you this?

Because I hear many desperate cries for hope right now.

But hope doesn’t just arrive fully formed. It grows, little by little.

In the way young actors command the stage.

In the way that buds burst forth from bare branches and move us from monochrome to multicolor, and remind us that we, too, are cyclical beings.

In the way music carries something ancient and healing inside of us.

In the ways that we can choose joy, beauty, and connection.

And today – the first day of spring – nature brings us a reminder of something so essential:

There are seasons when everything around us seems to be bursting with life and beauty.

And there are seasons when the most important things – the growth, healing, and movement – are happening in the dark, in the underground, in the unseen.

The roots gather up the nourishment in the depths of the soil before they bring their full offering to the visible world.

So my questions for you today:

• How are you gathering nourishment?

• Can you allow yourself to enjoy beauty, art, connection, and life around you - to fill up so you feel more whole, more ready?

• And if you’re personally in a season of wintering, doing the deep inner work in what feel like invisible ways - can you trust that it matters just as much? That this time is necessary for your own integration and emergence in another moment?

The world needs you well.

And when you’re well, you can…

“Show the way so we can see

Show the way the world could be…”

I’m here for you.

Tell me how you’re nourishing you, and how I can support.

With love and many blessings,

Kelly