No doubt about it, a new season has come a knocking. The perfect pause between sun showers and snowfall. A harvest moon spilling drunken moonshine from above . Great piles of orangey burnished tree fall for kicking and underfoot crunching. Cosy wool blankets and outdoor bonfires licking away at the cold air. Mugs of creamy hot cocoa and crisp tart red apples plucked fresh. A new season, a fresh start.
Fall also grabs me by the hand and heart and tugs me along a different path other than the road marked “Obvious”.It reminds me that life is fragile and ever changing. It twists my thoughts to the left and down to the crossroads of ‘Founder’ and ‘Revival’. I think of the future and the past as I stand oh~ so~ very~ still there. It reminds me in a loud inside~ my~ head voice to grab this day and swing it around over my head by its balls. What the heck are you waiting for?
My mind goes to wander and wonder about the next moments uncertainty. The fragility. The frailty. How sweet and precious breath is. The lesson to be learned.
I also linger on the cornerstones of Heart and Love. Gratefulness and Thankful ‘ness’. The simple things that are our luxuries. The material luxuries that are our gotta have greediness. The things that matter the most and the ones that really don’t matter at all.
In memory of a dear friend Kimberley Anne Hahn. You lived your short dash as well as one could. You will be greatly missed. heart,heart.