Monday Musing

"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing,

to Keep our faces toward change and behave like free spirits in the presence of fate 

is strength undefeatable."

                                                            -Helen Keller

For the life of me I do not recall when I became an adult.  Perhaps it was the day I moved from the safety of my parents home...or when I made a decision without need the approval of my Mother and overbearing Sister.  Or maybe it is yet to come.  

Times I still feel like a little child and mornings when I am too stiff to get out of bed I know otherwise.

Is ADULT a state of mind?  if so I am definitely more child than adult...thank goodness.  

I believe to have the amazing life I desire I must be both at the same time...I believe you have to be to live as Helen Keller's quote.  

Turning my authentic self loose on fate must take both.  To release the child within upon the unknown takes allot of hand holding. 

But I think instead of seeing fate as a futuristic void of the unknown...maybe its just a piece of wool waiting for me to turn it into something special, or a seedling needing nurturing and care that I can do. 
That's it! I CAN...how utterly simple...say it out loud with me
---I CAN---
Doesn't that feel good...how inspiring...how authenticating.  Within two simple words I am the free spirit undefeatable.  The Ault and the child all at once.

To believe your own thought, 

to believe that what is true for you 

in your private heart is true for all men---

that is genius.

                -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Monday Musing

The seasons seem to give way so gently to one another.  But we anticipate the arrival of Autumn with such fan fair and gusto.  My five year old asks me everyday if its fall yet.  And we notice even the slightest hint that its on its way.  A cooler morning, a stray yellow leave that seems to be as impatient as we are.  

Our conversations turn to Apple picking and all the scrumptious delectable we can turn them into. 

As the leaves start turning I find myself turning over a new leaf.  I feel renewed and reawaken as if I was living in some sort of stupor.  My spirit is lifted and all I want to do is go tromping through woodlands.  OH the brisk dry earthy smell in the air, the sound of the crunchy leaves under my feet and the orange in the pumpkins...you cant get that orange anywhere else.  I just long for it all.

Autumn to winter, winter to spring,

Spring into summer, summer into fall-

So rolls the changing year, and so we change;

Motion so swift, we know not that we move.

                            -Dinah Mulock Craik