This week I have been thinking about how much sense it makes that some cultures celebrate New Year in the Autumn. I've been stumbling over my attempts to write down into words exactly what this time of year means to me for so many years and I'm still not even close to managing to capture it but for me, it's a real coming alive experience - the change of colours, pace, lifestyle and focus - it feels like a new start, a chance to try again and do better.
I sometimes wonder if I have become too repetitive in what I share in this space. We have immersed ourselves in this cosy pattern as we follow the wheel of the year and yet, even with the similarities, each year feels so much more different from the last as we continue to grow, learn and evolve. I hope that translates on to the page.
That was a more thoughtful post than the one I had intended when I sat down to write!
A perfect little slice of deep and meaningful leaf covered pie :-)
ReplyDeleteIt is the little things that set me pondering too. xxx
Thanks, MumB - I'm glad to know I'm not the only one!
DeleteI imagine that most of the people who follow your post (including me!)rely on you to provide some rhythm - that doesn't mean repetitive! Its so lovely to see you go round through the year(s) but each time spiralling outwards and upwards.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mum x
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