Surely, it cannot be said enough that Autumn is my absolute favorite time of year. Today is the first day of Autumn, and here in Texas, it will be around 90 degrees. We had a hint of Autumn last week with cooler days and drizzly rain, but this week the temperatures shot up again. I anticipate boots and scarves, and not with much patience. As much as I attempt waiting until October 1 to actually begin my Autumn decorating and cooking, these last few days of September offer little excitement for me. So, perhaps getting an early start is not a bad idea.
Since completing graduate school earlier this year, I feel somewhat lost. Those J.R.R. Tolkien quotes "Not all who wander are lost" on pinterest continue to offer some solice to my fear that I have somehow become a horrible statistic. Why is it that at this juncture in my life I feel the most lost? Truly, completing a goal should provide contentment, not confusion. Yet, I made a conscious decision to spend the next year just rolling with the flow, in essence, wandering. I hope I am not lost........maybe I am. Each day I remind myself that I "can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" (Phil 4:13). No matter where I go or what I do, Christ always goes too. In this comfort, I am taking an opportunity to spend my days engaged in crafty pursuits. Each moment presents both guilt and excitement.
My list grows.................working on my novel, making jewelry, organizing the garage, sewing some professional clothing, long walks, recipe cleanup, Autumn decorating, Christmas ideas............whew!! That's a lot of guilt, but lots of excitement too.
I think back to my most recently published blog "Stress and the Inability to Let Go" that took me over a year to complete. Those moments when I felt as though all I did was hold my breath and wait for better days have ended. Not only can I actually breath now, but I feel contented, rested.
The Autumn.............Elizabeth Barrett Brownwing (1833)
Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them —
The summer flowers depart —
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.
My list grows.................working on my novel, making jewelry, organizing the garage, sewing some professional clothing, long walks, recipe cleanup, Autumn decorating, Christmas ideas............whew!! That's a lot of guilt, but lots of excitement too.
I think back to my most recently published blog "Stress and the Inability to Let Go" that took me over a year to complete. Those moments when I felt as though all I did was hold my breath and wait for better days have ended. Not only can I actually breath now, but I feel contented, rested.
The Autumn.............Elizabeth Barrett Brownwing (1833)
Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them —
The summer flowers depart —
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.
I, too, wait for Autumn. Hope it hurries and gets here.
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