Here

I am in love with the crispness in the air and the thrill of witnessing another season change.  Autumn is beckoning us to cool down, to wake up, to grow into our own ripeness.  Just like that, she showed up, and I was compelled to join her in the early morning air with steamy tea and dreamy hopes.  It’s like Autumn dares us to put on ourselves.  She dares us to strip down to our barest essentials and pulse in the billowy glow of who we are without all of our earthly “stuff.”  Can’t you hear her?  “Ahh… come on honey.  Let’s go for a ride.  Let’s find out what you are truly made of!!”

Life is not turning out like I once thought it might.  None of this is even remotely close to the childhood girlish journal pages.  I constantly find myself thinking about how it will be one day, and I keep finding myself dangling out there in some future time.  I guess I’ve pretty much been doing that my whole life.  But Autumn came by this morning, like some raspy broad with fresh makeup on and she pretty much said, “Ahh, baby, to hell with that!  You gotta get your happy here.  It ain’t waiting down the road.  If you can’t find what you are looking for here, then no map is ever gonna help you.  Get over it and get on with it.”

So, I’m here today, girlfriends, and I’m loving this zany little life of mine… right here, right now.  There’s no prince charming.  There’s very little money.  You cannot sum me up by way of profession or livelihood.  But I am here, and I am present to what is.  I’m not rushing to the next thing, or spinning my wheels over what I don’t have.  I’m celebrating what comes.  Just when you think it’s all gone up in smoke, just when you think the next piece of bad luck is gonna rob you blind… the dream doesn’t necessarily come true… but the present moment does… and sometimes that is the sweetest thing there is.