It is fall. The temperatures begin to drop and the colors begin to change. In the midst of transition from what was to what will be I am once again left in awe with natures ability to show us so clearly whats necessary.
To let go.
She makes it look so graceful. Staying in the unknown while she drops everything. Shedding every little piece off until there is nothing left and when there is nothing there is nothing but possibility.
I attempt to follow suite.
But in my attempts to let go I grip to what could be. My mind makes plans: maybe I’ll run away and travel the world or maybe its time to settle down. I know this game to well. I am attempting to create comfort in the discomfort and in turn am only amplifying the discomfort.
Discomfort when I am feeling stuck.
Or in transition.
In the free fall.
Or sitting in the middle. In the in between.
Rather than sit in it I attempt to create comfort by keeping one foot in the past and one in the future.
Holding on too tightly.
So in the midst of these chaotic thoughts I decide to clear my mind with a walk outside. Immediately I feel the cool air on my skin and the beautiful colors of the trees.
I am in awe of the beauty.
This short and fleeting season of fall used for the trees to become completely bare. There will be nothing left of what was. Only trust in whats unknown. How do they live and breathe with such faith?
Its their only way.
A leaf drops by my feet and I look up to see where her journey began. She is all colors and I realize my moment with her is fleeting. That everything is fleeting and I need to drop what was in order to be in the now. Just like this leaf and that tree and this moment and this season and all seasons. It comes and goes.
How freeing it must be to trust so deeply in the ebb and flow of life
To let go moment to moment
Be in the space between.
To live this messy and beautiful and perfect life.
I will forget by tomorrow.