“Winds in
the east, mist coming in. / Like somethin' is brewin' and bout to
begin. / Can't put me finger on what lies in store, / But I fear
what's to happen all happened before.” - Bert, Mary Poppins
My walks have been breezier than usual the past few days, and
there's been a bite in the air. I've been grateful for my jacket and
fingerless gloves I wear in my office. Bert's right, something's
brewing: cooler temperatures, falling leaves, the fountain drying up
for the season. I feel a twinge of something. It's not sadness
exactly, but an appreciation for what this season has brought
me—peace, calm, confidence, hope. And curiosity for what a season
of walking in autumn and winter will gift me. I know that if I look
for lessons and insights, I will find them.
The change in season feels momentous to me because I have been so
attentive in this current season. I have grown so much. Healed in ways
I didn't expect and am feeling so strong and ready to take on
whatever life blows my way.
I plan on continuing my daily walks, albeit bundled up. I will
likely suspend my walks on icy days, but otherwise, my plan is to
walk through the arctic winter like I walked through the blazing summer.
This month's daily writing has been a wonderful ramp up to
returning to daily work on parts two and three of my novel. As I
walked and let my life unfold before me, I sensed new rhythms
settling in. Autumn and winter feel right to be the months for the
heavy lifting of writing larger works of fiction (or whatever strikes
my fancy). In those months there are fewer demands on my time. No lawns to mow. No softball games to cheer on.
I am certain that
walking at lunch will be a beautiful accompaniment to the writing I
do either early in the morning or late in the evening. I'm excited to
see how my story takes shape in this new season.
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