Lady Lilith by Dante Gabriel RossettiI am exhausted. I've been hitting a wall at around 3pm every day. It's autumn, I'm afraid.
Something about the transition of summer into fall completely saps my energy. Perhaps that's natural. It's a time of folding inward. It's a time of decay. The light is waning. The warmth is leaving. I find this time of year incredibly bittersweet.
I've got big dreams planted and no indication of whether or not any of them will bloom. There is a time for sowing and a time for reaping. I can't control the outcome, but I have hope.
"Hope is the dream of the waking man." Aristotle
Even in times of darkness and decay, there is light. There is hope. The hope of rebirth and renewal.
As long as we breathe, we hope.
I am experiencing my annual tendency toward brooding Irish Melancholia. As I often do this time of year, I am allowing myself to dive into that. There is something of great value there. I intend to explore it. I think women try too often to smooth the wrinkles, but sometimes the wrinkles have gifts for us. It's okay to feel all of the glorious spectrum of emotions. I'm a passionate woman, it's my nature to feel everything deeply.
Will my big dreams unfold or will they wither and die? I can not say. I can say that no matter, there are always new dreams...and that I am ever and eternally filled with hope.
xoxo
Madge
Something about the transition of summer into fall completely saps my energy. Perhaps that's natural. It's a time of folding inward. It's a time of decay. The light is waning. The warmth is leaving. I find this time of year incredibly bittersweet.
I've got big dreams planted and no indication of whether or not any of them will bloom. There is a time for sowing and a time for reaping. I can't control the outcome, but I have hope.
"Hope is the dream of the waking man." Aristotle
Even in times of darkness and decay, there is light. There is hope. The hope of rebirth and renewal.
As long as we breathe, we hope.
I am experiencing my annual tendency toward brooding Irish Melancholia. As I often do this time of year, I am allowing myself to dive into that. There is something of great value there. I intend to explore it. I think women try too often to smooth the wrinkles, but sometimes the wrinkles have gifts for us. It's okay to feel all of the glorious spectrum of emotions. I'm a passionate woman, it's my nature to feel everything deeply.
Will my big dreams unfold or will they wither and die? I can not say. I can say that no matter, there are always new dreams...and that I am ever and eternally filled with hope.
xoxo
Madge
3 comments:
If they do wither and die, they will be rich fertilizer for future greatness. Hug yourself for me and take a breather. You deserve it.
Hey sweetie,
Keep the strengh! Do you know that you are such inspiration for so many people including this one! *hugs* Take a couple of days off and go walk in the leaves and nibble on good apples!!
Jolene
It is making me so happy to see you here so much.
Autumn is ironically my favorite season, and my most exhausting, too
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