The weather is turning.. fall is on us… the clouds are low today and they appear so heavy with moisture that their release may fill the morning up, if not the entire day.  I love this change in season, this invitation to slow down, to bundle up, and to get reacquainted with evenings that come sooner.   The coming on of fall helps me to find center again… its like the whole world, or at least my world, is being called to slow down, to slow its spin, which offers me longer glimpses into my surroundings because I myself am not going so fast.  Not that I move fast intentionally, but there certainly are times where I look back on things and I’m amazed wondering where the time went.  I think the seasons change invites me to change, to pull back, or to grow outward, to bundle up, or to shed.  I welcome the change, the offer, the opportunity.  The leaves turning, the air clearing, the momentum shifting.

I’m sure time is not actually slowing down, but its as if there is some place in this reality that it is, even though it may not be.  I don’t know how to explain it, other than to say it feels slower, although there is one side where I feel hurried, in that the need to harvest and can all the tomatoes before they go bad and before the snow flies.  I have to wrap up the garden, prepare it for next year, and button up the outside to prepare it for my absence while winter keeps me indoors more.

Time is slowing, time is speeding, yet all the while time is staying the same.  I am the one slowing, I am the one speeding… are there parts of me that are staying the same?  Most assuredly… they are the ones that keep me in a me, while the growing and shifting parts of me explore the unknown me that I dream about becoming everyday.