September one…
always feels a bit like, the new year
doesn’t it
my most loved season starts to face its
end
and we, each of us,
in so many ways
begin to face
change
and
ways
of letting go
today as I sit
clouds in the gorgeous sky
ever so slowly
sail
changing from the brightest white
to a subtle hint
of grey
periodically, I am showered in
the pirouetting confetti
of pinecone seeds
let loose from the tree above me
I watch a couple of fuzzy white caterpillars
wriggling their way to, one supposes
anchoring ports of
transition
and I am sitting
with this,
may I offer love
knowing I cannot control
the course of life
we, each in our lives
are subject to change
whether willing or
un
we all at some time
most often, involuntarily
will deal with
loss
we can be let down
pushed aside or
over
left out or
behind
we face shock, fear, anguish
un
certainty
anger
and grief
there is no true weigh-scale
for the weight of
each
no perfect time-line
to follow
but if we sit for a time
feel the feel
of our roots
trust life a little, and watch it
unfold
gather in the goodness
of those around us
who care
and take the time we need
adjust
the anchor
release the hold
maybe pass around
gentle reminders, like confetti
that we
are always surrounded
by
love
just always… stay open
I’m glad we’re in this together ♥