Natural Norooz

The Persian New Year has always felt closer to the rhythm of my nature.

Coming out of a cold slumber, hibernation and stillness and a rest nourished my body, mind and alas my spirit blooms like the baby buds on a barren tree limb, my arms stretch towards the warm sun’s rays as the spring equinox summons my awakening. Seeds planted with intention and watered with prayer start to sprout.

Slowly I sway with the gentle breeze, take a sip of the morning dew and all my senses awaken in alignment in unison with the perfect rotation of the planet nodding to the sun.

What I have sowed, buried and created quietly with nobody watching or judging has sprouted into another version of me, and now I feel free.

Blossom in your own sacred time, as the creator intended, not what the unnatural world has sold you on.

Your internal compass is the north star. Remember who you are.

Happy norooz pirooz. Peace to all.