11/03/2025
🍂 The slowing of the seasons 🍂
In the slowing of the seasons I'm reminded of the reasons why slowing down is so great.
When I'm feeling tired from summer dreams transpired, I often eagerly wait...
For the turning of the leaves, the browning of the trees and the cool stillness of the lake.
As nature turns inward and begins to curl, I too feel something stirring within me.
A special inspiration offering a nurturing invitation to find slowness in each breath and beat.
To take the pace of the slug, to have the will of the gull and to remember to sleep like the snake.
Hibernation, instigation, decay and defeat sit around. And I wonder, I wonder, will I be somber as the seasons begin to slow down?
And here I am, in the thick fog of fall. Painting, inspired and curious...
Of the shadows that lurk longer than the sun does smirk, particularly if they seem audacious.
To the wild and unknown that comes when it is cold to charm and challenge all comforts awake.
The deer pitter patter and the warmth dares to scatter, as I sit and I put paper to paint.
Slowing down feels strange yet quaint.
Like a quiet cabin on the smallest lake.
Like the caw of the crow in the silence of winter.
Like the fond remembrance of a final glimmer.
One thing I will always turns to is art. No matter what I'm feeling or experiencing in life, I know some medium can conjure my heart up to the surface. When I'm feeling lost in all of the feelings that slowing down brings to me, I remember to create. Just for fun, or to share, or perhaps to let go of.
Lately I've been breaking out some beautiful watercolor paints that I have from the wonderful . My partner gifted these to me in winter and I always seem to gravitate to them as the seasons begin to slow down. It's funny how the cycles work.
Finding inspiration in nature and art always brings me back home to myself. I'm grateful to be here and to share some creative magick with you. Thank you for being here ✨
What do you appreciate about the slowing of the seasons?
