Let me begin with I'm a bad blogger. I totally need a reminder to blog or something. I dunno, I tend to be a "subject matter" blogger. I blog when I have something to say.
Today is one such day.
It's Fall Y'all in Texas. Well it is for today anyway. I should probably post pix of this... I won't because I need to dust.... but my house décor is "fall" related. Oranges, purples, deep red hues. Because I love Fall. I was born in September and I think some of the best things happen in September!
Seasons change
Baseballs annual "Hunt for Red October" (is anyone else heartbroken over the way the A's have fallen apart, or how my Texas Rangers are in last place, when did we become "The Cubs" of baseball?)
Football season begins (Go Packers, Giants, Bears and Broncos - just cuz I'm in Texas doesn't mean I love the Cowboys...that's a blog for another day)
Oh and Seasons change.
I like the crispness of the air the way it ushers in a change in our focus. Summer is over and we make this turn.... almost like a turn home after a long trip. For me it's familiar, it's a settling in, a cozying up with a good book and a cool day kind of mentality. It's not hurried.
Noticing the décor in my kitchen today, as if I'd never seen it, I have these vines of leaves, on the tops of my cabinets, ya know where you put stuff, like greenery, plastic plants, decorative stuff that only gets dusted once a year.
Anyway, the "greenery" at my house isn't so green, it's fall colors, red and orange and purple and hues that made me think of this place we're in as people.
These leaves are changing, alive and not dead, they haven't fallen to the ground, they are clinging to their life source. They are fiery and bold and in your face, yet delicate and in process.
Sometimes this happens in our own back yard, and other times we travel to see the beauty of the process. There's an entire business of seeing this process and the viewers call it beautiful, breathtaking, phenomenal, vibrant, and beyond description.
Yet when that happens in life, when we're in process, we don't describe it much like that, do we? We don't book vacations, charge the camera, pack a lunch, post to Instagram. We don't marvel at it as though something beautiful happening before our very eyes. Not in our self. Not in others.
Stop and smell the roses they say! I say Break The Mold! Stop and watch the process of Fall, the delicate balance of becoming, the fragility of life, the boldness of clinging. Notice it in yourself. Be okay to proceed, become, cling. Celebrate it in others. Give them permission to proceed, become and the boldness to cling when needed.
Maybe to come on Instagram will be boring pictures of my stubborn Oak Tree, the one that is the last to lose it's leaves, still clinging to the old as buds of new life push them off and into the wind.
Perhaps I'll have something more to say about it as we go into a new season. :) About the tree and maybe about me.
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