Autumn

I begin finding life harder in the Autumn. I absolutely love the season, the colour, the festivities that carry me through Autumn to Winter (Halloween, Harvest, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year, my birthday in January).  But I miss the sunlight. I find it harder to get out of bed in morning. To keep warm. To feel energised, positive, motivated.

I realised it had been a long time since I wrote in my gorgeous little notebook, and doing so has always helped me keep moving, and flowing, and so I opened it. 

Not knowing what to write, I simply wrote my feelings in that moment.

I plan on closing the book just as soon as I've finished this second page of mind-splurge, and then one sentence comes into my mind grabbing my attention.

One random line that shouldn't make sense, but that I knew was all about the leaves falling in Autumn.  It was about trees.  And it was about me.

Next thing I know. . .