A former manager once dropped into my office and quickly put a gift bag between the wall and my computer terminal. He timed it well so I was busy with someone so he just smiled, nodded and left. It was mid December and so he was receiving lots of Christmas gifts from every direction. I didn’t expect anything from him and I am pretty sure he had no intention of getting me anything. For me the company wasn’t a place I belonged and for him I didn’t solve his problems with his bosses. And then appeared a bottle of scotch in my office in a gift bag lacking the colourful tissue paper. I can’t remember the last time I drank scotch. Which means that I either binge drink it or never drink it. I had never talked about scotch at work. So obviously he was regifting the bottle.
Regifting is a useful practice. Re-gifting means more people get gifts which means more happy people and less consumerism and waste of wrapping paper. It’s logical and heartwarming. It works. I drank the scotch.
Regifting and repurposing could both be seen as changing the direction of the same thing. You can repurpose tires into jewelry, plastic into a fleece pullover, a boyfriend into a husband, an old silver fork into a bracelet, a pop bottle into a flower pot, a stump into a stool and on and on.
Life stages thrust this reality of ‘the new you’ unto us. Our curious child repurposes into a rebellious youth into the sceptical young adult into that focused adult who grows into an elderly sage. In the beautifully painful transition known as death, the sage repurposes into spirit.
There is some art to repurposing. Simply said – don’t change too much. Change as much as you have to while staying loyal to what you know is real. What is true about you is the eternal you. This is what anchors the local you through the bumpy transition from one stage to the next. Your eternal you, your higher self, loves to elevate on the journey your soul is opening up for you.
The snow is falling as you would expect on an early Saturday morning – with beautiful confidence but in no hurry. The temperature was around zero and the sun was coming up on the other side of the lake so my dreamy snowflakes won’t last long. The lake felt pretty dam cold if you put your hand in there. The air was so clean I couldn’t even find a smell. The night was still intact along the pebble beach. A few pieces of plastic and water-ground glass. Even a few embers glowed in the smoky bonfire from the night before.
From nature we get refreshed and refilled with energy and clarity of vision.
Breathing in … we welcome into our lives, into our body, nature. So, with wonder, we want to be friends with you – the nature spirits. So, nature spirits, a message …
Your loyalty to yourself and service to planet Earth is admirable. Elusive to my mind is how your brilliance happens but my soul knows that accompanying you spirits, in the moment, will grace me, anyone, with your residue.
The clean way of your work is a theatre of the future overflowing with enthusiasm into today.
The gentleness of your attendance to all of us, the variety of persons we are, is appreciated. Picture: The old oak leaning over the path; the littlest rapids bubbling over the rapids in the creek; the wind’s choreographing the canopy dance of maple and elm trunks with birch and spruce branches; the fragrant minerals of mud absorbing fallen autumn leaves – We love how your agility to anchor yourself in any part of nature without judgement enhances wherever you anchor.
Nature … is the melody of the planet’s song. The fairies, gnomes, salamanders, sparks and sparkles of light quick, quickly are the libretto. We feel your harmony of this song in the moment, in the place: the lapping waves on the short pebble beach, the creaking tree limbs loving the yoga of gusty winds; or, inside the minute magnificence of ongoing photosynthesis putting to use the energy of the day.