Into the Quiet

Well, the heat has kicked on. Although it’s still quite green around here because of all the rain we’ve had, leaves are falling and the temperature has dropped.

I have found myself getting quiet over the last few weeks. It must be something in the shorter days that turns on a primal need to prepare for the winter ahead. I moved and rearranged my studio. I am putting some new concerts and classes together. I even booked a songwriting retreat down in Nashville.

I can feel something else stirring, too. Some new iteration of me wanting to bubble up, and that feels exciting. I know better than to push it, so I’ve just been staying quiet and allowing myself some space to let it walk in when it wants to come.

I think this is one of the things I enjoy about getting older. It all shakes out in the end. When I was younger I didn’t have enough life experience to understand or trust that to be true. Whether you like the resolution or not, it will come. Sometimes the resolution is just you making peace with the unknown.

In a season of so much loss, I’m honoring the quiet and watching the change that unfolds for us each year. I’m putting on a sweater, walking my sister’s dog in the woods up the hill, and allowing myself to be delighted by the benign and silly. I’m marveling at my body, which against the odds of this condition, thrives and moves without pain.

There is a different sound in the air when the leaves fall. More echo if you listen for it.

What are you listening for these days?

Happy fall.