The sun is shining brightly, the leaves are a kaleidescope of colours...and I am reminded why I love autumn.
The fast, exciting pace of summer has slowed down to a leisurely stroll...
It can't get much better than this.
This time of year, I like to start new--craft projects, cooking ideas, decorating. I begin to take stock of what needs to be done *inside*, not just the house, but within me. I've begun to tackle my impossibly long list of homemade gifts for Christmas. A couple of cozy afghans need to be finished (they were supposed to be gifts the year before last). A pile of cross stitch projects are waiting to be framed.
Before I hunker down, I need to give the house a thorough cleaning. Fling the windows open wide, and let in the glorious, crisp air.
I've begun to write, again. I set aside a few moments each day to reflect and jot down notes. I let my mind wander, memories to form, but I don't force it. I write according to my mood. My emotions rule my pen.
I wish I were more disciplined, but then...I wouldn't have time to explore other creative endeavours.
So I allow myself this "flaw".
Nature is far from perfect, but it's in the anomoly that beauty is found.
I give myself permission to be imperfect.