Beginning again

A poem on september leaves + secrets

the late afternoon sun
skips across leaves overhead
a breeze whips through
as leaves rattle and cling
to their summer home

this is not the sound 
of newly green leaves
full of vibrant life 
ready for their summer 
of shade and sun 

this is the sound of
brittle dying leaves 
entering their last days
at home

do they know they’ll die?
do they know they’ll fall?

i think they do 

they know the secret

be your full self
in this moment
and let go when it’s time 

soon
it will be time 
to begin

again

Photo by Darby P. on Unsplash

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Dear readers — I’ve been annoyingly vague about some new chapter of The Thread coming soon. I’ll tell you everything next week! I’ve been sitting on a wild story for almost a year now and it finally feels like it’s time to share. As we pull threads around here, I have a feeling this thread is going to take us somewhere new. We’ll find out together!

My sister and I. We never thought we’d be living in the same town again, let alone the same neighborhood! Now life is kids on walkie-talkie’s, sharing leftovers in the street, walking our dogs, and dropping off yummy drinks at work. Grateful for this surprising chapter.

Also — I adore public speaking and preaching. It’s one of my most favorite things to do. For our new friends — thought I’d share a clip of that with you!