my heart in its core

when summer nods to fall, that's when i feel most in touch with myself.

do you know those days: when you feel more beaming and alive in your own skin?

i'm not entirely sure why, but the summer is always most difficult for me.

that's the opposite of many people whose spirits will damper in the colder winter months.

really, nothing has noticeably changed.

calendar pages, yes.

The rhythm of my day is familiar, typical even,

and yet, deep inside i always feel different come late September.

maybe i'm like an autumn fruit to harvest.

an apple or pumpkin

small summer tart growing sweeter in its core

my colors grow bright as the nights cool and the days are sunny and crisp.

i like to take full advantage of my spirit from autumn to spring

it's my time of new pursuits, adventures, determination

if you've followed my work for these past 4 years...

you may notice that new projects tend to bud most in the fall/winter months for me

does your spirit show itself more brightly at times?

can you anticipate when? are you a spring flower? a summer strawberry?

xx

Lynsey

keeping steady - sand pulls beneath my feet

it's been a difficult couple weeks, and it's not usual for me to open so personally in my writings.

but i feel i must.

my father left my mother

nearly 30 years of marriage

completely unexpectedly.

(i was in town visiting when it happened. this is an extended visit on account of these events)

my heart aches for my mother,

who desires to grow old with my father

we are confused, angry, sad

emotions come in waves

ever changing

an image comes to mind:

i'm wading in the ocean

the tide rushes

sand is swept from under my toes

for a second it feels as though i shall fall or be swept away

then my feet steady themselves.

i want to be a rock for my mother

i wish to understand my father

it is a time of uncertainty

but i know we till get through it

may these muddied waters will grow clearer over time

for now we're hold on to each other

looking for beauty wherever we can

this was a lovely gift the other night:

xx,

Lynsey