With fall seems to arrive a sense of deceleration, of regrouping for the cooler months to come, of bounty and slow closure of the relentless summer that's been.
This year I'm feeling a greater heaviness than usual, and am assuming it's part and parcel of the whole empty nestness....
It's akin to a large housecat sitting on my chest most of the time. A not quite freedom, a slightly breathless though not inordinately uncomfortable feeling. It just seems to be right now...
The long runs, they help.
The meditation, it helps too.
The creativity channeled into crocheting, drawing and other pursuits aids as well.
But it's there, making its presence known, this gray malaise of the spirit, though knowing better than to try to overwhelm and completely incapacitate.
It's a tricky, sticky, strange and, ideally, temporary angst, but I think ignoring it would be as bad an idea as immersing in it.
It's here, but not for long. And it's just doing its job making sure I 'get' how seriously this whole new world is to be taken.
I get it. I really do.
This year I'm feeling a greater heaviness than usual, and am assuming it's part and parcel of the whole empty nestness....
It's akin to a large housecat sitting on my chest most of the time. A not quite freedom, a slightly breathless though not inordinately uncomfortable feeling. It just seems to be right now...
The long runs, they help.
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The meditation, it helps too.
The creativity channeled into crocheting, drawing and other pursuits aids as well.
But it's there, making its presence known, this gray malaise of the spirit, though knowing better than to try to overwhelm and completely incapacitate.
It's a tricky, sticky, strange and, ideally, temporary angst, but I think ignoring it would be as bad an idea as immersing in it.
It's here, but not for long. And it's just doing its job making sure I 'get' how seriously this whole new world is to be taken.
I get it. I really do.
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