09/18/2024
The amber body of each newly descending leaf
is a reminder that change is afoot
and its spiraling head is peaking around time's corner.
I wonder if they dream of spring as they hit the street curb?
We all are burdened by expectation
and fail to see the purpose of our resurrection.
Hearts weighed down by loss, pull on
our aching back and narrow our shoulders.
It kills us, this resistance to transformation,
submits us to the patterns of our preformation.
What is it that keeps us from the wonders of who we could be?
What's discouraging us from leaning into the discomfort of shedding expectation to make way for regeneration?
Just because pain is familiar, doesn't mean it's your home.
Put on the spiraling helm of change and plant your feet in the soil beneath you.
Grant passage to the nourishment laying under your toes and
send love to your wild heart
courageously voyaging this journey of hope.