I guess it's time for yet another update as we find ourselves at Summer's End and the unofficial beginning of this next year... and all it may entail. It's an interesting time to be leaving home, for I know when I return a new season will be in place. In some odd way it feels as if I'm jumping ahead in time, skipping the transition from one world into the next. But something is very unique about this year. For the first time, Summer is not leaving me; I'm leaving it.
And I find that there is something very good, something very new in that simple change. It's progress, a hint of possibility.
In The Dud Avocado, Elaine Dundy writes that "Summertime is a state of mind." For me, this summer has been a state I think I wouldn't mind keeping with me. As with anything, there has been peaks and valleys. There's been late nights, good reading, new places, old places, the ever-present call of something more.
Time to not know, time to be, time to heal, time to love and be loved, time to find myself in words, in art, and even in blog posts, and time to realize how much is left to discover.
Time is still flying by- if anything the end of a season proves the inevitable. But now I'm beginning to feel as if I might be flying too.
So it begins, and I with it.