Over the last few days I’ve been spending a lot of time outdoors, we’re in Virgo season afterall, a call back to nature, and all her wisdom. For me, that learning has come through all the autumnal flowers. I love their muted tones; the mustards and plums.
And as I walked by a flower last week I thought about how unafraid they are.
Flowers don’t ask permission to grow, or question their place in the world, and they don’t see another flower and close up their petals, thinking they aren’t as beautiful.
If they did, earth would lose so much of her soul.
And so many insects and animals would lose their homes.
It’s been years now. Years of not feeling like myself. Years of doubting my decisions and what I want to create + put out. Taking one step and then losing my sense of momentum. Having a morning of inspiration and feeling flat again by the afternoon. Writing helps, but I haven’t been doing it.