A first breath. A first glance. A first step.
Our baby. Our love. Change.
Most firsts are so exciting. Exhilarating, even. The beginning of a new life, a new love....a new book, or recipe or journey. So much promise. Our hearts expand. Our imagination is set free. We love new beginnings.
As summer fades, and fall starts to show her colors...the notion of change is in the air. And I've seen my first falling leaf. As it swirled and twirled and wafted its way from branch to lawn, I saw a letting go. An ending. A melancholy dance.
Isn't that the way it is with change? With that first step? It's often so hard to move towards something without looking back over our shoulder... It's hard to take that first step. But when we do - oh when we do!! Leaving behind that which needs to be shed, we turn towards what's next... we shake off the fear. We emerge from the loss. We let go of the negative. One step at a time ... as with the brand new ... our hearts expand and our imagination soars!
I love the fall.
I love this glorious first step toward renewal and rebirth. It's the season of change...and it's bold. Colorful! Announcing itself with a crisp breeze, a refreshing rain or a dazzling treetop, it seems to call to me, to reassure me. To remind me just how wonderful the letting go can be.
Yes, I've seen my first falling leaf.
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