I found a leaf on the ground that had fallen last week. Red, bold and proud. It was the first of its kind in the path I had chosen.
It was brilliant, daring and a warning sign.
Autumn is coming.
A shiver went up my arms as I let it go and continued on my way.
This is the way Septembers often hit me.
A brilliant bright small sign that the ground is shifting, preparing and reading itself for a different type of growth.
Much happens beneath the soil after leaves have fallen. Healing, preparation and recovery occurs. Observations and space is made for the next round of growth.
This September I have been preparing space in my life, at my desk and in my soul for a new kind of work and lifestyle.
Space for creative exploration in dance, doodles and in the quiet moments of creating a life with the space I inhabit.
Space for intentional project development.
Working carefully on many smaller projects over the year has taught me that intentional meaningful work can happen when it is given the care, thought and space for discernment it needs.
I have been lit up like a candle with what it means to create connection, conversation, insight and moments for learning in the work I create and I am ready for more.
It’s easy to skim over our whims, ideas and passing thoughts, but there is something precious in the careful and slow honing in on what won’t leave the heart, mind and soul.
In many ways I am speeding up. Grabbing my seat belt and rushing to click it in place before everything starts revving up around me.
Yet,
Something I am learning is that when things are picking up pace,
that is the exact time to put ones hand on ones heart, plant one’s feet to the ground and close ones eyes to keep pace with the rhythm of what it means to be human.
I am not a machine.
I am a person.
I will stay grounded as I create, connect and commune.
I will stay paced with my heart beat despite the rush of life that is bound to create beauty and chaos around me.
I will dig my feet into the ground and stay true.
And I will dig deep into every moment.