leaves

The leaves have been changing for awhile. Fall is such an obvious change. Things are ending. Its anticipated, and an inevitable shift. A time to take stock, checking in: what layers of myself do I want to shed? How can I prepare myself to be naked for awhile, cold and minimal? Rest. Assured that I will evolve and grow and be more radiant when it is time to blossom. What are the things that I'm doing that are serving my true self? What is no longer serving me? I am ready to let go. To lose my leaves. so. to. speak. A tree with roots, a foundation that I hold, and be steadfast in. I am not wavering in my truth. I am being stripped down to bare my bones. my spirit. Its ok. Strength is present. I am gracious for the nourishment I still receive, although I have no leaves to take in sun. Life slows down. I can enjoy the pace and inquire. Practice of self care. Gratitude for the stamina, to be present through the cold. Light of life is ever present.