September 22, 2014

I’m a fan of moments in time, of ascribing meaning and significance to them, of arriving–with thoughtful intention–to jumping off points. Knowing what we’re leaving behind, and what we’re moving into.

Like, today… first day of Fall (not to be confused with first day of school, which, of course, is its own moment in time, its own jumping off point). Today was a major seasonal transition.

So long summer. Seasonally speaking, we’re leaving the freedom and ease of barefoot days; of standing at the counter eating sweet, freshly cut, ripe fruit; of wearing light dresses and swinging in the hammock; of breezes blowing through the house. (Though in Davis, we still have another month and a half of lovely weather.)

I’ve written about exactly these things, I know. But, it’s hard to let them go, especially this year. Part of the immense pleasure of this summer was just being in such a wonderful state of mind to enjoy it.  I’ve been focusing on simplifying my life, decluttering on so many levels (including physical spaces), prioritizing, making room for just those few things that matter. That’s been the plan, and WOW, it’s really working. Stress and busy-ness are their own structural elements, they give our days shape and fullness, and the absence of stress and busy-ness is a little disorienting.. but I’m adjusting. Joyfully.

A friend asked me today (via email), “How are you?” meaning, HOW am I really?  I said this:

just great. in a place of ample space, settledness and readiness to be challenged. i’m looking at writing. have been doing a lot of reading (which feels like part of the writing process) feel open, peaceful (the word is apt) and optimistic. digging it. 

So yeah, the start of a new season is a great jumping off point. I love the luxury and space for reflection and assessment. I love a good start on the next phase. (Which, let me admit: part of that is truly, mindfully spiritual, and part of that is OCD.)

Anyway… I took these photos last night. Had lain in the hammock until I couldn’t see to read anymore, then approached a lighted house from a darkened yard. Sort of transition photos…right? Kind of reminds me of moving inward– transitioning from the season of outside to the season of inside. You know… if I had to get all symbolic about it.

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2 Responses to “Transitions”

  1. What a lovely post. Sounds like your life is in a wonderful place. Your home is gorgeous. Stress-free…. sounds like Heaven to me right now (as I write this at 3 a.m. because that’s what stress does to me….)\

    • Kari Says:

      It’s a work in progress. If you had an inkling of where this journey started…

      I am grateful to be able to even think about life in this way. It’s a gift.

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