Brace yourself

I can’t help but feel like something is coming. I’m trying to have curiosity and thoughtfulness about what it might be instead of fear. I make it a priority to affix myself to sustaining natural rhythms. Rhythms like: The sunrise. The sunset. The soaking in of natural light. The steeping of tea. Listening. Kissing and touching skin. Moving. Stretching and breathing. I observe nature with gratitude. The way it remains steadfast in cycles of constant seasonal change is bolstering. I ground myself in the predictability of the first frost, birds migrating, leaves becoming so vibrant and rich with color- and the trees that gracefully let them go.

Perhaps what’s coming is only a revolution inside of me. It’s rising. I brace myself and feel the swell of something new.