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6d • 🗣️General discussion
It's September
𝗦𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿
September comes softly,
not asking me to hurry,
not demanding that I become more than I am.
She arrives with cooler mornings
and golden light,
with blankets pulled a little closer,
warm mugs held between my hands,
and the quiet invitation - 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.
𝗛𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳.
To create warmth
𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 --𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦
To light the candle.
Make the soup.
Pull the sweater close.
Let the house be cozy
and my soul be still.
𝗦𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗺𝗲
𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆 -- 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴.
Not producing.
Not proving.
Not fixing.
Not chasing the next thing.
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢.
There is something sacred
about this slowing down—
about listening beneath the noise
long enough to hear what my own heart has been saying.
𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲.
And maybe that is where hope begins.
Not in having all the answers,
- but in trusting that something is still unfolding.
That the leaves can let go and still become beautiful.
That endings can make room for beginnings.
That I can release what no longer belongs and make space for what does.
So this September,
I am not asking myself to bloom faster
I am choosing to rest deep within my own becoming.
To reconnect.
To soften.
To feel.
To listen.
To sit quietly with the woman I am
and the woman I am becoming
and let them both be enough.
September --
bring me your golden mornings,
your crisp air,
your slower rhythms.
Teach me again --
the quiet art of being.
And when the world whispers,
𝘏𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘺,
may my soul answer,
𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 -- 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘
Tell me in the comments -
𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗦𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀?
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