A friend on mine e-mailed me recently wanting to know if I had gotten her e-mail since I had not replied back. In short, choppy, to the point sentences I explained to her what has had me so occupied the past several weeks, which had also delayed my response to her. When I saw it all written out, actually in black and white, it hit me how much I have been doing and that I have been doing it at full speed on just fumes.
My body and emotions are ready for the slower season that I know is coming up. Fall and winter seem to almost force one into a semi-hibernation stillness. I guess if we never had that coming down time, that often coincides with cold weather, we would all continue along at the busy "places-to-go-and people-to-see" summer pace until we could go no more.
One part of me rejoices at the colors of fall, the crisp freshness of the air, and slower pace... the other side of me wishes and longs for, despite the fact that I accomplished more than I realized, just a little more time... a little more daylight... more of a sense that I got something done instead of just spinning my wheels.
What is it that drives us to ever be in motion, to always be on the go, striving to accomplish more and more... making the most of each waking moment? I am one that has the tendency to go until I can go no more. But on the other side I do know how to relax, have fun, and forget about the stresses that lay behind.
Reds, oranges, purples, and gray... I am ready for you. Contrasts of cold and clear, it is nice to see you again. Stillness... I am waiting.