Change & All That
Weather has taken a turn toward fall … rather shocking after such a heat wave. Just got my peonies in last week, which will be ready for enjoyment next summer. I have had the fireplace on for several days, as it is this very moment while I write this.
Seems to be happening way too soon, though a reminder of how things can change at the drop of a hat. A few of the leaves in my hedge have turned colour, perhaps not frost, but a precursor to it. Cool August nights under starry skies. Joys of living at a higher altitude.
You will be seeing no more pictures of my paint peeling fence as a backdrop to my garden flowers. Tomorrow the demolition begins … not sure how old the fence is exactly, yet I am guessing around fifty years old. This has been in the works since I wrote the post about fence builders last year. The house was to be painted this summer too. Got the quote, but the guy cannot do it until next year.
Wind whispers a premature chill, while personal change continues to spur me forward. Prompted, I re-evaluate some things in my own life. The process never ends. Secretly wanting to arrive is illusion. Much work has yet to be done.
Such a fine line we walk at times. When the hoop you are called upon to jump through seems small, try containment. Then, as if your very life depended upon it, squeeze through, rising above the resistance. Feel your energy tighten, spiraling upwards, bringing new focus. The resulting energy lock will transport you to a higher energetic frequency and consciousness.
Becoming more conscious carries with it personal accountability, which means owning all the parts of yourself, perceived good and bad. Delve deep, one step at a time. New found freedom, a direct result of your empowerment, is well worth striving for.
Healers healing artists … artists healing the world. Why do healers heal and why do artists paint? Empathic calling perhaps, a need for expression for the good of humankind.