‘There is a harmony in autumn, and a lustre in its sky, why through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been.’ – Percy Bysshe Shelley
Another autumn. Standing on dry, dirty leaves that once thrived on the trees overhead.The leaves fall, the temperature falls. Americans have hit the nail on the head when they named the season ‘fall.’
Things have to fall for new, stronger, greater things to grow.
I start to think about my personal growth.
I want to love honestly.
I want to live in the now.
To create a mutual understanding with people that I know I don’t connect with, so that even if we decide that a friendship isn’t on the cards, we can have respect for each other.
To manifest bridges of action, connecting all the dreams I have to the achievable reality that they could be.
To create more and waste less. To exploit the infinite number of blessings; of choices.
To cherish and be true to every day.
As every day is its first; brought into being by the fall of the previous.