i’m not quite sure what triggered the shift, but i am officially ready for fall. it happened last week, about the same time the full moon showed her face. all of a sudden, i began craving cold weather and all the simple, yet wondrous, sensations that come with it. snuggling under layers of quilts, movie marathons, finishing the much-anticipated books i never got around to reading this summer, afternoon naps, lazy sundays, bonfires on the beach, lounging on my couch with friends over hot tea and baked apples, hibernating for days in oblivion to the outside world, quiet mornings, shorter days, longer nights, layers of clothes, colorful scarves, warm boots, sleeping in (or at least trying) and tons of sweet love to warm the soul.
dance until you’re sweating and beads of perspiration remind you of life’s best things. the way bodies move genuinely to beats is, after all, gorgeous and affecting.
go to an unfamiliar city and roam the streets.
lonely is a freedom that breathes easy and weightless. lonely is healing if you make it.
if your family doesn’t get you or a religious sect is not meant for you, don’t obsess about it.
if you’re happy in your head, then solitude is blessed and alone is okay.
these moments can be so uplifting and the conversations you get in by sitting alone on benches might have never happened had you not been there by yourself.
this poem, by tanya davis, was sent to me by a very special friend.