October carried me. Cradled me. Spoiled me.
As I hiked and climbed and wandered...as I watched the leaves paint the landscape, my heart filled to overflowing. Each trail, pond-scape and tree told its own tale. And I was like a child during story time. Eyes wide. Still. My full self hanging on every word. As the plot came to life before me, I was, once again, profoundly comforted by nature's parable.
Each season of change tells me that the now is ever moving. That what was, what is and what will be are ever and forever intertwined. I'm learning, yes still learning, to be unfinished. To accept - no - to enjoy being unfinished. As one tree holds on to the vibrant green of summer, the tree next to it is a fiery mixture of golds and oranges and reds. A quick glance in any direction will reveal yet another tree that is almost naked and bony, having lost all its leafy adornment. Pieces of yesterday, now and tomorrow weave an elegant tapestry right before my eyes. There are no questions of importance or of right and wrong. No notion of success or failure. Rather, each small part adds something to the ever changing narrative.
As I drank in October, I learned that unfinished is spectacular. And enough.
Self acceptance grows.
And I am comforted.
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