🥾🎙️🌅🌱🌿 Enlightened Walks & Talks – Week of 2nd–8th March 2026 🐕🐾

enlightenedtarotth
Mar 6
3 min read

There’s something happening on my walks now.

The light and the weather have shifted. 🌅

After what feels like endless rain lately, the sort that soaks through everything and turns the paths underfoot muddy and soggy; it has been such a gift to feel the warmth of the sun on my face again. How long it will last we don’t know, but even a slight shift like that brings a sense of hope and promise.

The kind that reminds you spring isn’t too far away. 🌱

The days are stretching now, the mornings gradually getting lighter, and the evenings holding onto the daylight just that little bit more.

And the birds know it. 🐦‍⬛ 🎶

This week I noticed how much the birdsong has changed. Not just louder but richer. A cacophony of voices joining the chorus. I found myself recognising so many of them before even reaching for my bird identification app. Robins, starlings, blackbirds, wrens, great tits, dunnocks, goldfinches, blue tits, to name just a few, all busy, all singing with a different kind of energy now.

It’s no longer winter survival.

It’s preparation.

On my walks I’ve also started to notice the delicate shifts in the hedgerows, the buds appearing on branches that only weeks ago looked completely bare.

And tucked quietly along the hedgerow, the very first hawthorn blossom of the season.

Subtle signs.

But powerful ones.

Spring doesn’t arrive overnight. It reveals itself almost secretly, through these tiny awakenings in the natural world.

I realised something else this week…

Without consciously planning it, I found myself doing exactly the same thing at home.

I decided to stay an extra week in my Midlands home, partly because we were celebrating Mother’s Day a little earlier this year, as I’ll be working at a retreat over the actual weekend.

I felt incredibly grateful to my children for making the day so special.

A beautiful bouquet of flowers, a Sunday roast lovingly cooked, and time spent together appreciating the simple but important things in life.

Moments like that remind you what really matters.

Almost instinctively, I then began preparing the house and garden for spring.

The first cut of the lawn.

Some gentle weeding of the borders.

And while I was mowing the lawn, I noticed something else.

A single ladybird purposefully, crawling its way up the garden wire. 🐞

Such a minute creature, but it completely caught my attention. I stood there for a moment just watching it climb. I wished I’d had my phone with me to take a photograph, but perhaps moments like that are meant simply to be noticed rather than captured.

Another quiet sign that nature is beginning to stir again.

Fresh bedding on the bed. 🛏️

❄️ The fridge and freezer defrosted and cleared out, using the last forgotten vegetables to make a big pot of nourishing soup. 🥣

Cupboards emptied, wiped down and reorganised. Out-of-date jars thrown away. Furniture moved so the dust hiding in quiet corners could finally be cleared. Floors mopped. Windows and doors opened wide to let the sunlight and fresh air flow through the house. 🧹💨🪟🚪☀️

Clothes sorted and bagged up for charity.

Little by little, the house began to breathe again.

And somewhere in the middle of all that cleaning and clearing, I realised I was doing exactly what the birds and trees are doing right now.

Preparing.

Making space.

Clearing away what is stale, stuck or no longer useful so that something new has room to grow.

Nature doesn’t rush this process.

The birds gather materials for their nests. Seeds begin to stir beneath the soil. Trees silently prepare to leaf again. 🪹🍃

Everything is getting ready.

So perhaps this week has been an invitation for us to do the same…

To clear a little space. To let some fresh air into the places that have felt stagnant. To release what has quietly expired in our lives… Habits, expectations, obligations, even old versions of ourselves.

Not through force.

But through gentle preparation.