09/21/2026
September blew in on the coattails of wetness.
Leaving things feeling cool, dark and subdued.
Almost like a gentle hand on your weary body.
That’s how it felt for me, anyway.
After a full-on summer. So many ups and downs. Roadblocks…
I felt like a creature who had fallen onto its back and couldn’t get back up.
Anxiety-ridden, stiff legs stretched straight out.
Stuck. Breathless. Scared.
That was my nervous system in a nutshell.
September’s second half, cool and calm self wrapped me in her colours.
She reminded me of my breath with every breeze that danced through the leaves.
Her low sun shining on my face, reminding me of my own light.
The one I’d let get so dim…
Dimmed by doubt, insecurity, and the constant question of, “What am I even doing?”
Running your own show, as a one-woman show, is not for the faint of heart.
It requires an energy and capacity that only entrepreneurial pursuits can dig from you.
And if you’re not careful, if your boundaries are soft, you can lose yourself in the greatness of it all.
You burn out.
Maybe not once,
or twice.
But many times.
And that takes a toll.
So I’m softening my grip on things, continuing the act of “letting go”…
And as the sun continues to lower,
I’m slowly rolling back over onto my feet.
But not without awareness.
Not without a visceral understanding that some things don’t stay the same.
Some things need to change out of preservation and love for self.
As I navigate a different way of showing up here, I’m taking notes:
I’m dancing with the wind.
My feet wrapped in wool.
I’m whispering lullabies and love to the rosehips, knowing our once-a-year communion will take place soon.
I’m singing with the coyotes, under the moon and over a great kill.
I’m stretching my body to the curves of the riverbank,
while its flow continues to soften my hard edges…
The turning of the season has me cradled, held and warm.
And it’s been the reprieve I’ve been craving.
An ode to the season, and a soft return to myself. ✨🪶🍂
