Saturday, October 08, 2016

ROCKtober Guest Post: Cynthia Stevison

Cynthia Stevison is one of the bloggers who raised her hand and said, empahtically, ME! when I asked if any of my Oklahoma Women Blogger friends wanted to participate in ROCKtober. 

Cynthia is the author of The Tree of Happiness, where she uses her personal and professional experiences to offer advice on healing and helping loved ones who suffer with mental illness. She writes about mental health awareness on her blog, Root Words Alliance
 
I'm thrilled to have Cynthia share her love of fall and music with her post—so let's all welcome Cynthia!

The fall season is my favorite time of year. I love the vivid foliage, smells in the air, hot soups, and the crunching of the crisp leaves on a nature walk. In this post I thought I would share my first memories of realizing we had seasons.

In my childhood I spent much of my free time on a tree platform with my younger brother.

The elm tree was the first place I can ever remember experiencing internal joy. The trunk held us up high on the branches as we constructed our tranquility. The wooden platform was built with hours of hammering.

I could feel God in this tree. Yes, God as I knew him.

This tree, without purpose or intent, gave us shade and shelter from the chaos in our childhood. The bark was fractured, coarse and grayish brown.

It was a creation of God’s, just like me. Sometimes I would sneak up the tree alone. It was a home for birds, squirrels, bugs and me. I would lie, nestled in my home, and feel the sunlight welcoming my spirit. I examined every part of this elm. The green leaves were oval and came to a point at one end. There were lines down the middle of each leaf, and their sides were jagged.

I would climb my way to God every time I would lose heart or feel anxious. Each fall, the leaves would turn yellowish and plummet to the ground. Then the old elm tree looked barren. But after the hardship winter, the tree and its leaves emerged again for the spring season. After the flowering, there were always plenty of elm seeds. And the umbrella tree of shade returned.

This was my first realization that there would, eventually, be a time for everything.

I was able to discover nature’s healing powers at a young age. Natural environments hold a spiritual wellbeing for us. When we connect with nature we connect with ourselves. This creates a stewardship of protecting our environment for generations to come.

Fall is also about renewal and healing.

This fall we will be traveling to farmer’s markets, mazes, pumpkin patches, sightseeing and kid friendly festivals.

I took a long time for me to start letting go of things that no longer served me. As I moved towards a better life I realized the actions of letting go helped me to restore balance.

We need to let go so that we can see and experience joy in our lives.

My road trips are about joy. I love to travel. There is a sense of finding my own path. That moment when the sun hits my face my souls comes alive. Having that moment of peace to pause allows me to let go.

I will pack my maps, music and imagination and come back with stories to tell. Here is my Playlist:

Infamous String Dusters “Let it go”
You are my sunshine sung by me
Old Crow Medicine Show “Wagon Wheel”
Ray Charles “Hit the Road Jack”
Rachel Platten “Fight Song”
Rascal Flatts “I’m Moving On”
Tim McGraw “Humble and Kind”
Katy Perry “Roar”
John Lennon “Imagine”
Pharrell Williams “Happy”
Beatles “Let It Be”
Brooks and Dunn “Red Dirt Road”
Dixie Chicks “Wide Open Spaces”
Susan Tedeschi “People”
Katy Perry “Firework”

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