Awoke this morning, slipped on woolen socks, coat, scarf, then boots and cut out into the frost of November for a good long talk with fall.
I had a few things that needed sayin’…about the inevitable circular cycles of being, about letting go while holding true.
What a thing that is.
And no matter how much you remind yourself you’re going ’round, you can never brace steady enough for the fall.
It’ll come back baby, the golden morning whispered in drifts of rolling fog. It’ll be packaged up all different– like a treasured family heirloom, tucked within a newly knitted afghan. It’s frayed edges and worn, familiar patches somehow gently surrounded by layers of newly knotted wool.
You must know this now. Take this time, not to worry for what you’ve lost, yet remember all you’ve traversed with those worn feet. Do this before you set off into the next circle of your journey. It’ll be here soon enough.