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Fall.

cynthiafoustvenner
Oct 17, 2021
1 min read

There is something refreshing about the fall.


The trees being set on fire with color.


The air turning crisp.


The need for extra warmth.


A sweater.


Socks.


Slippers.


A hug.


A warm cup of tea or coffee.


The necessity of a blanket.


The smiles about the future of snuggles.


The concept, that with the death of the leaves, comes an infinite beauty.


Color.


Change.


One that if you blink, you will miss.


The realization that this season brings on the birth of another.


With Fall, comes a rise.


Ascension.


Perhaps in ourselves.


The understanding that we all have the prospect where we may lose ourselves, but that we will be reborn.


Get another chance.


A fresh start.


That we are capable to shed ourselves, and can grow anew.


That in the course of one life, we can lead many.


Constantly transforming, and evolving.


I hope we may we all see the beauty in that.


Because in that reality, brings a bounty.


And sometimes, the second time around, we may even better than the first time.


With every season comes growth, change, and adaptation.


So have confidence that with the remodel, may come something that will pay out ten fold.


It is hard, but we all need to trust the process.


In nature should we trust.


And may we be reminded, that in all of our stages, and seasons, we are beautiful, and full of wonder, in every single one of our phases.


Xoxo,

C.





 
 
 

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