slowing down with the seasons
As we work our way through September and October, the seasons start to change with the months. For us in the northern hemisphere, the leaves turn orange and brown, slowly beginning to fall towards the earth, leaving our trees bare. The birds that sang (cawed obnoxiously) over the spring and summer are now overhead flying south to warmer days. Flowers wilt and animals prepare for their winter hibernations. The world around us begins to slow down before reaching the stillness of winter. All these changes seem to flow so seamlessly as they bleed into one another. If nature goes through its seasons yearly, why don't we allow ourselves to do the same? Spring is a time of blooming, of change. Summer is a time of activity and thriving. Yet we expect ourselves to keep trudging through the fall and winter at full speed, full schedules, and full effort. When really, they're supposed to be a time full of rest, reflection, and preparation for the next bloom. There's a song I love calle