Fall is my favorite season.
When I lived in Florida, then in Hawaii, I would always get homesick for the gray skies of Paris when September came along.
A few days ago, I was thinking about how my heart may long for fall time again this year.
And then yesterday, as I was driving under a heavy gray sky, it occurred to me that with a simple mind shift, I could help myself to some of what I love of the fall, right here during the summer months.
The rain, the gray skies, they are all an invitation to spend more time inside reading, writing, painting.
After months and months of nothing but sunshine, what a gift to go back to a fall energy.￼￼￼ In fact, my subconscious might have decided on this a few days ago because I have been making soup.
Here’s to perspective shifts, focusing on the Essence and not the Form, enjoying fall whenever we feel it, and helping ourselves to all the delicious contrasts of life.
This year, fall comes with a very warm ocean to play in. And instead of brown leaves, the most vibrant greens of the grateful jungle.￼
SCARED OF THE SACRED