Allowing Things To Die - Some Rather Big News

Of all the spring miracles big and small, this is my favorite of them all... 

In my last post, I mentioned the seeds that have been sleeping this winter. The seeds are starting to sprout, and I'm feeling a warmth bringing things back to life.
 New life is emerging. 

I of course meant it metaphorically.. and still do! But take a look at this! 

This wasn't exactly from a seed that I planted this Winter.. but it did come from a seed! This little apricot tree is the next generation of my family's apricot tree.

A daughter of the first tree I ever talked to. 

Now, I know that sounds really nerdy of me. But I'm a tree lover to my core. and this one is symbolic to me! Last year I was so excited to have a little sapling from my apricot tree. I kept her out on my porch in the same sunlight as she was used to.  I gave her water, love and crystals. And after the move, she was placed on the porch again. But she wasn't looking too good.
Her green leaves had fallen and crumpled and she looked like a withered twig. I blamed it on my black thumb (which I swear I no longer have! btw) or the move, and I left the dried little twig of a tree on the porch all winter. I put her out of my head as life continued with other various projects.
And all winter she slept.

And just the other day, I went outside to put candles and plants out on the porch. I've decided this porch will be my summer oasis. (So, I'm going to need a lot of plants. More on that later.) I looked over at the little twig who died last winter and I saw green leaves! I saw little buds. I saw life.

Okay, so I didn't exactly start this post to just talk about my little apricot sapling and how it restored my faith in the cycle of life and death. But I am liking where this is going... Because in order for there to be any life, there must first be death. The little apricot tree understands it. And allows itself to go dormant. To sleep. To die.

The little apricot tree, well I guess this tree's mother was the tree that inspired the name Talk2thetrees and Tree Talker. I was a weird little girl who believed believes in fairies. I spent my time outside building fairy houses, climbing trees and telling my secrets to the highest of branches. I am pretty sure my cousins teased me for talking to trees, but I owned it. 

Sometime in the middle of my childhood came the internet. Nothing like it is now, obviously. But I remember getting to choose an email address! I had several that I loved, but I had two I used most. xena1234@aol.com and talk2thetrees@aol.com, all on dial up internet. 

Talk2thetrees was my favorite choice of the two. I loved the ring to it. Plus, I did in fact talk to trees. I had NO idea that I would stick with that name for so long! Talktothetrees was open, but being young and excited that numbers could also be interchangeable with words, I opted for the 2. It doesn't bother me or anything, but I have been feeling it's time for something new.

Like the tree who started it all has taught me... it's okay to let things die. 

Because when things die, that's when new even better things are allowed to happen. 

A lot of my projects, inspiration, and even will to create died this winter. I didn't want to write because my blog didn't feel like home! I didn't want to post art or anything new here, because it didn't fit right. Like a sweater neck that is dangerously too close to the throat, I felt uncomfortable, anxious, nervous, and stressed. I took days off to journal. To make lists. Some days I painted. Some days I tried... but then everything piled up. So, I closed the computer, put on my comfiest pair of pants and watched Orange Is The New Black instead. (watch it.) 

I let just about everything slumber and sleep. 

Because that's what winter is for. 

It's those days where I didn't post, create, write, or do that matter the most.

That's where the ideas sit in the subconscious. Where they receive the things they need in order to grow. And soon when things start to warm up, the sun comes and sets the world back on fire. 

If you know me, you know I love symbolism. Fire is passion to me. With spring, comes the reigniting of passions. The Fire is relit. 

And like the little dead twig from last fall, new ideas are blossoming forth.

Yesterday I looked at my blog and discovered all of the things I wanted to change. It wasn't forced, it didn't feel scary and it didn't cause me stress. The task had spent enough time in the back of my mind gathering ideas and recourses subconsciously.The day before yesterday I looked at the Spirit De La Lune deck for the first time in about a month and finished 7 cards in a day! I wasn't sure what I was going for with the next suit, so I waiting until I felt the fire being lit.  I know my Tarot deck needs my attention. And I can feel that stirring as well. 

I have been meaning to write this post for a very long time.

And today it feels right. 

Something new is brewing! 

I have begun construction on a new website! 

I feel as if I've needed a new home on the web for quite some time. I can't wait. I've started the mock up of the new website. I've decided on color schemes, fonts, and have even put together some mood boards. 

I do plan on keeping and linking to this blog, though it will no longer be updated. I've had it since 2009, and I've blogged some heavy memories, and I've blogged some beautiful memories. But I feel it's time to start something new.

Please stay tuned for further news and updates on the new website. 

I'm still deciding on a launch date.