Autumn’s finest has passed and it’s stick season now. There will be no more afternoon drives to capture images like this one until next year. We turn our clocks back and find ourselves in the dark. I think about putting up the lighted birch trees that take the place of Christmas trees around here.
It feels like the needle has skipped on a record and I’ve zzzzipped forward midway into a new song. (We saw a turntable for sale at a big box electronic store yesterday. Everything old is new again. Except maybe me.) I have a bona fide reason to rest. It’s a gift that leaves me feeling discombobulated.
I’m out of step, the way a couple of weeks away from routine will do. I think about stepping back on and realize I have an opportunity to tweak my routine. It’s exiting and overwhelming at the same time. Maybe I’ll put a few more drops in the essential oil diffuser and curl up under a blanket with a book instead.
All in good time. All in good time. Meanwhile, make the most of this time. My autumn mantra.
Hope you are curling up with a good book this afternoon.
Yes!!
Dear friend, do not feel alone in your “discombobulatedness.” May curl up myself with a good book and take a big dose of rest for healing’s purposes. You know where of I speak.
Oh, Sherrey, I appreciate your words of wisdom and your understanding so much. I hope you’re having a restful day too.