Along With the Leaves

As if taking cues from the leaves, I can feel parts of me dying and falling away. It sounds bleak but like the autumn time it is a beautiful experience nonetheless. These many deaths seem to be making space for new growth. While in this moment I’m grieving the loss, I can see that this is the right time and place to come back to myself and rediscover my roots— so to speak. The cycles of destruction and creation —of the deconstruction and reconstruction— move slowly. It would be easy to cling to what used to be, but that would be a waste. I would rather hold space for myself and cling to the beauty of the process. Today I did something brave I took a risk and painted something original. It was scary and exhilarating, and I am so proud that I honored my process. That’s all I can do- honor my process. So I will.