The blustery winds remind me to be present and witness the beauty of natures ever-changing surface. Within each season I see all that has been weathered; another layer of change and erosion. The colors displayed, continually teaching me to connect and feel the power within the cycles. Each year, refining the essence of who I am.
The person I am in this moment is no longer the person I once was. No, never again will I fall prey to the guilt and shame this world has attempted to stamp me with, limiting the wave of growth within the expansion and contraction I continue to ride with grace. Ah, to be aware of the change, the personal power, and the magic that comes, is to set one free.