It was a beautiful day out here today. I did a lovely walk with my dogs, then swapped them for Charlie and Evie and we did another walk and then I swapped them for my running shoes and went off on my own for a short while.
It does a woman good. All of the above.
The cycles of nature are my downfall. Spring and Autumn bring physical, mental and emotional changes that can make some weeks tough or frantic or exhausting in a more extreme way than just my normal life. Not unmanageable, but yes, difficult.
But...
it's the cycles of nature that heal me. The visual beauty of the changing seasons, the sounds, scents and textures of life; the predictability, the rhythm, the familiarity and the anticipation of something old but new...I need them like I need oxygen. They make me strong.
What brings me down, lifts me up. I am woven into the rhythms of our seasons and I am so thankful for that. In that rhythm I find strength and patience. In the animals and plants that follow the same dance, I find connection. In the sunshine of a November day I feel held safe in the arms of Mother Nature.
