The Winds of Changefeatured

It’s overwhelming how quickly the body gets weighed down by human expectations, stress, and pressure. The soul begins to feel like it’s fighting to keep its lungs open and fighting to continue pumping oxygen while gasping for each next breath of air. An effort to keep from choking and taking the final inhale. The soul gets weary because there is no outlet; no source of freedom in the physical world it can hold on to and linger for a moment. My soul needs to be careless and free in flight, to roam through the forests full of trees and explore the rocky Earth below.

The winds of change are brewing among us. As the leaves change from their bountiful expressions of bright olive green to their orange, yellow, and red hues they remind us to be grateful for the progression of growth, transitions, and letting go. As most things that enter this world do so on a large scale, its first appearance harnesses happiness and joy from all those who encounter it. Such amazing awareness to watch it grow and morph into this unexpected beauty; when your eyes long to linger upon it for hours.

As the days go by, the scenery changes but the beauty remains. It’s subtle features no longer fresh and new but rugged and wrinkled with time. The orange, yellow, and red colors bring forward memories and thoughts of a year gone by. Of all the things one wanted to experience and did, all the things one failed to do and did not, while acknowledging that another year will quickly be upon us with new opportunities to finish what was started. To breathe new life and joyfulness into our souls. Next year, will be better.

Death has always struck fear into the hearts of those who do not understand it. But there is so much lasting beauty and freedom in death. The leaf which let’s go from the tree so graciously falls to the ground tumbling in the wind to its potential resting place. There is no choice for the leaf to remain in its comfort zone, staying behind to nurture the tree. The time has come for a new path to divulge and the leaf must carry onward. An infinite destiny to roam the ground in blissful freedom and become what it may or be crunched into pieces diverging in route to new found territory and places it has never known. A timely death in letting go of what it has always known in order to seek solitary freedom. The leaf happily obliges.

The leaf, very much like the soul, recognizes the cycle of growth, transitions, and letting go, incoherently. It is innate and engrained in its memory banks and cells to persevere in times of abundant change. Every day I hope to be more like the leaf; free flowing, graceful, and effervescently radiant in its entirety. The soul emanating in beauty and soaring with freedom throughout the hands of time.

With Light & Love ♥