Saturday, August 31, 2013
in the air
I can sense it...
Without me and
Cool, crisp mornings.
Mountainside dotted with beginnings of autumnal color.
Light slanting golden and warm.
Sunflower blooms on the side of a country road.
Late season storms rolling in.
The children all settled, back to their school rhythms.
The gentle flow and transition from one season to the next.
My favorite time of the year.
I've always considered late August and September a time of new beginnings. Probably more so than springtime. My mind becomes filled with plans and ideas and home and new routines. With all the activity of summer, I find this a time to slowly go inward. And with them gone all day now, I'm easing into my own.
Hunkering down to serious study.
Taking myself to lunch.
Getting back to my yoga and meditation practice.
Finding a more consistent pattern in my running.
Easier with the morning routine that's automatically set up.
Feeling the need to cozy.
Lighting the candle at mealtime.
Soup for supper.
New pillows on the couch to nestle into.
New mug found today at the craft fair.
All of us agreeing it will be the perfect vessel for a nice cup of tea or hot chocolate on cool mornings and quiet evenings.
I will enjoy these last few weeks of summer, though. Looking forward to Monday's hike with the kids. Welcoming and relishing in the harvest of other's gardens and letting go of the failure that was our own. Letting go of the way this summer was different from other summer times in years past.
Ah, so much letting go and all the while, embracing change.
Change is the one constant, I'm learning.