There was no morning or early afternoon blog post today, in case anyone noticed, and there is a very good reason for that: I didn’t want to write the damn thing. Just didn’t feel like it. In the same way I haven’t felt like meditating. Or cleaning the house. Or keeping up the garden. It’s an ennui that began after being sidelined with back issues earlier in the summer, and I never quite regained my footing again. Leaning into laziness and feeling entirely uninspired, the second half of summer passed in a haze, and a sense of withdrawal and lack of engagement. My heart hasn’t been in it – and I’m sure that’s been apparent in the writing here.
That said, I enjoyed the all-too-brief break, and I may take more of them. If this blog can be viewed in the life trajectory of spring being the start and winter being the end, I’d say confidently this blog is deep into fall. There may even have been some flurries already. And life will take its twists and turns no matter how much my Virgo tendencies want things to fall into order and precise place. This summer, similar to last summer, has been about learning acceptance – and perhaps refusing acceptance in instances that are simply unacceptable. This fall will be about going one step further – and dealing with that is going to be what I need to do to right this ship. Collateral damage, like the storm that clears out the dead branches of the forest, is inevitable. That may prove disastrous for some, but only if you deserve disaster.
Until then, here are a few peppy purple petunia blooms. Check out the veining on these guys…
