the seasons of life
As it may be we have transitioned into yet another season. In a literal sense, where the fall equinox was last week, and metaphorically, where my new playlist that I made in bed one day becomes my everyday listening during car rides. A new season that includes iced coffee with oat milk out of a mason jar and blueberry muffins for breakfast. This transition has catapulted my tired body into pushing through the fog some days and rising at 5:30 in the morning, or giving in on others and sleeping until I have just enough time to brush my teeth and change my clothes before class. I crave my aloneness daily yet the people I’ve chosen to spend my time with, and I’ve been choosing very wisely, fill my heart to the absolute brim. The idea of value alignment and connection with people who share the same deep, core truths has been added to my list of mantras that I remind myself of on the daily.
A season where swaying to live music and drinking water completes me. In all honesty, a season where music is my soul language and has further ingrained itself into my very existence. When I’m far from home, about a thousand miles or so, sitting behind a piano or with a guitar in my lap or simply singing with my eyes closed feels like the closest replica. As of late, my poetry does not embarrass me and neither do my feelings of absolute love, sadness, and joy. I yearn for the golden leaves and brisk fall air, but my heart swells in the sunlight with the green foliage holding strong. I never liked pumpkin flavored things until recently now my candles all read some variation of the scent.
We are still embracing this transition from summer to fall. Tucking in sweetly all the delicate memories of summer that feel so far away but were just weeks ago in time. I’ve never been good at goodbyes but I’ve been practicing letting go. Breathing deep into the uncomfortable bitterness of grasping on to things that wish to exist freely. It is all a reflection of you and me. So don’t hold on so tight, but instead immerse the existence of the past, present, and future in love and acceptance and gratitude, and then set it free. Breathe deep with me as the air becomes a little lighter. If you’re afraid to let go, write it down so you don’t forget.
with gratitude,
srm
-the seasons of life