the slow down #006

Black widows, Irish hymns, and journaling prompts for remembering who you are

Captured by Mary Claire Photo at my home - Cedar Wilde

Hello Dear Friends,

Is Autumn descending where you are? Have you seen the subtle shift in morning light as cool breezes dance across your cheeks? Have you felt the lightness in the air, reminding your soul that new days are ahead?

Have you paused to notice? I hope so. It’s beautiful.

With each turn of the wheel of the year, I’m reminded of how often change is upon us. Just as one season, one way of being, one set of habits or rituals are settled like clay under our feet, the calendar page flips ahead and a new season is at our doorstep. Change is here. I’m learning to welcome this, learning to trust that the advancing of time is in fact on my side, leading me into an impermanence that loosens my grip and reminds me to remain in a posture of letting go. Yes, there is a grief here, but I’ve found that grasping and clinging tightly to all I love has a strangling effect.