Or perhaps it is something inside of me. I feel myself expanding and growing, opening and blossoming.
Last summer I journeyed to the edge. I explored new territory and dark places within me. It was a time of healing.
This summer I am still journeying. I am still exploring…
but it is with new eyes and a grateful heart
I have discovered so much that I never thought possible. The world around me is more vivid, more beautiful, more alive. And me…I feel more alive than I ever have felt before.
I am not sure where or when or why this shift and transformation happened…perhaps it is something in the air.
Or perhaps it is me.
The true me, finding her way out into the light.
I like to think that instead of falling down…I fall up.
This life I’m living, this path I am traveling, the things I am learning show me that I am heading into a new beginning, a new place, a new world.
I am uncovering and discovering who I am and what I want.
And as I begin this journey into the unknown I can look back. And I can see that every time I fell down I was really falling upward…moving closer and closer towards the person I truly am.
Letting down walls and opening windows and allowing life back in and myself out. Fear no longer holds me back.
I know that falling is an opportunity to rebuild and to grow…up and up and up. Higher than I have ever been before.
With wisdom and resilience at my core, and gratitude and grace in my heart, contentment and serenity are more easily found in my day to day life. I have a solid foundation on which I can continue to build upon. By falling down I now understand how to fall up.
I’m standing on a different sort precipice. And I’m not afraid…to fall.
As I watch the earth transform from autumn to winter, I know that I transforming too.
The world around me seems to do it so effortlessly. A perfect tempo that the earth dances to as she follows her rhythm and the natural flow of change.
For me, this time of transformation has felt a little shaky and precarious. I have begun this journey of growth and of healing. The path is in front of me, waiting.
But my pace sometimes falters and slows.
There are days where everything seems to fall into place. And life feels full of hope and possibilities.
Yet there are other days when it feels as though I am moving through the fog. Unsure and tentative.
I wonder, why isn’t this easier by now? What keeps bringing me back…to the past? And why do I linger there?
When I know it is the present moment I must step into.
And so I look to nature. I watch as she transforms. And I learn.
“To everything there is a season. And to everything a time. A time to heal, a time to break down, and a time to build up. A time to weep, and a time to laugh, a time to mourn, and a time to dance…”
I am transforming. At my own pace. And like nature, I am following my own rhythm.