How bittersweet autumn can be. The leaves glow with brilliant color, before cascading to the ground. The feeling in the air is nothing short of electric. We delight in the dynamic change, and let go of our hopes for warmer days.
On days like today when the light is brilliant, the wind is fierce, and the leaves are flying, I find myself caught in the dynamic space between awe and sadness.
I think perhaps in that space, is where surrender resides. As I raise up my arms to my sides and close my eyes, I let the sensation surround me. Feeling as though I could fly, but well aware I would land on my face if I tried.
I keep my feet on the ground, grateful for each step I take.
I breathe out, letting go of what I no longer need to carry.
I call my untruths into the light and call them as such.
Knowing that in doing so, I will no longer be under their spell.
I will no longer believe that I am a contributing problem in any given crisis.
I will no longer react to crisis as if I am responsible for their existence.
I will no longer turn anger in toward myself when I struggle with something I don’t know.
I will no longer think that there is something wrong with shedding tears.
I breathe in, gaining a truer sense of myself and reality.
I will feel the sadness that surrounds my losses.
I will feel the power I have to heal myself.
I will accept others as they are.
I will see what it is to love myself.
I will let go of what holds me down
and move forward with solace.
I will trust that the winds of life will take me onward.