On flipping the calendar page to September
The last vestiges of summer….how in the world did that happen?
Change sneaks up on us, doesn’t it, unless we’re paying attention.
Seasons turn, the days blur past, the sun sinks into the sea and rises again the next morning.
Tides roll in, the waves recede; seals clamber onto the rocks and then slip back into the water.
I’m standing again at the threshold–that liminal space between then and now–remembering anew:
Change is inevitable, but mindfulness is optional.