Fall crashed into my morning coffee and announced its annual arrival of transformation and magic- infused darkened evening to bathe my artistic frame and stroke inspiration with momentum and inspiration. I feel the cool air as my morning espresso chills quicker than yesterday and my mind clears just a little more than usual.
Fall has always been a time of transformation, and in times like these, where I might have lost my way on the winding road towards self, I can always count on this season to pull me back in and wake my soul from brittle sunburns and dull humidity into the delicate practice of shedding old skins and into the recovery of acute awareness of the changing wind.
I embark on this journey once again, with new hopes, new skills and new aspirations and with a strong knowing that everything, at this point in my life, and all along before now, is perfectly true, meaningful and purposeful.
(c) Genevieve Nolet 2011
September 05, 2011
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