I walked
this morning
bare feet on grass
numbing with the cold
Fall is here
less light to
wake me, less
to give me energy
The desire
to hibernate
growing stronger
with each shorter day
Seasons
Cycles of life
Can I pay attention
to the call of what is?
I’m noticing I have preconceived ideas of how I should be and of what I should be doing. Ideas of what is socially acceptable, expected, the cultural norm.
Probably my whole life I’ve done what I thought I should, what was right. Now I just want to do what is mine to do. Listening to my inner voice, not always have reasons to back it up. Trusting!
Cincinnati is the host of Blink, a light based art festival covering 30 city blocks. How can I not want to see what will undoubtedly be fantastic art? But I don’t. I’ve revisited my reluctance numerous times until finally I got the message:
Accept what is. You don’t want to go!