One October morning I stopped and watched leaves blow from lofty branches into a rapidly flowing brook. During my walk I had been ruminating on how to become unstuck, how to stop obsessing on the life events that lead to this moment, mourning the loss of what could have been…what I thought should have been.
I relate to the leaves.
I have been blown from my secure attachment into unknown waters. I can fight against the current, long for the past or I can open my heart and mind to embrace the flow and discover where the swift current takes me. This is my choice.