Rest, For Now

Here we are at the end of November. It's a bit hard for me to accept. The year has whizzed by so quickly and I've been struggling to keep up with … my Self. Know the feeling? Yet, as November drifts to December, my world begins to wind down, contract gracefully, expand within, and slow to a pace that nourishes me. Deeply. I look forward to the winter months.

I look forward this season of the soul despite the challenges I see awaiting me. Some are familiar challenges-in-progress, others are "new." Most are challenges that I manifest for myself, and others are born of the Collective. Know what I mean? I welcome them all, for without challenge life would be dull at best. Yet, I'm careful for what I "wish" into my existence.

I see my "new" year sprouting from familiar roots. I see my "new" year extending roots grown fresh, reaching ever outward and ever deeper into the verve of life. I see days of sunshine and shadow, nights of glimmer and dim mystery … and I see mySelf reaching for all of it.

Gently.

Gracefully.

For now.

Yet, I find mySelf resting on the floor of my Well and it is dry. Dry as dust. This is a familiar place. I've been here before. I know what to do. I know that it is time to gather the tools that support me in seeking the cool, refreshing waters of Life … and Love … and Peace. I know it is time for the sledgehammer and pick ax, the hard and heavy instruments that have sustained me in this dark, dry, dusty place in times past. But I've grown weary and feel too exhausted to handle them, to do the work that is necessary to mine the refreshment that is … mine. So, for now, I rest in the darkness of the heart and gather my strength.

For now.

Peace.