On flipping the calendar page to September

The last vestiges of summer….how in the world did that happen?

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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.

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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.

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  4. This is honestly what I think every time I arrive at the seashore, Melodye. It was here long before I was manifested, and will be here long after my dissipation …

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