I absolutely love the season; the colour, the festivities that carry me through Autumn to Winter (Halloween, Harvest, Thanksgiving (I live vicariously through my online American friends), Christmas, New Year, my birthday in January).
But I miss the sunlight.
I find it harder to get out of bed in morning. To keep warm. To feel energised, positive, motivated.
I realised it had been a long time since I wrote in my gorgeous little notebook, and doing so has always helped me keep moving, and flowing, and so I opened it.
Not knowing what to write, I simply wrote my feelings in that moment. I know it is the way to keep flowing. To unblock. To shift one's energy.
I planed on closing the book just as soon as I'd finished this second page of mind-splurge! and then one sentence comes into my mind grabbing my attention.
Lightly Dusted On The Breeze
One random line that shouldn't make sense, but it did to me.
I knew was about the leaves falling in Autumn. It was about trees. And it was about me.
Next thing I know. . .