Rebirth and Regrowth


 If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.

~Eleonora Duse

How quickly spring turned into summer. How quickly summer is now turning into fall. The trees still look green, because you don’t ever think to look at the leaves closely enough—until one day, they’re not on the trees anymore, and you wonder, how did that happen?

I’m definitely an autumn person, even though I love chasing ocean waves and reading books under apple trees. I couldn't be happier for golden leaves and thunderstorms.

Picking blueberries, frantically flipping through mushroom handbooks, drying herbs and freezing strawberries (or just eating them all before you find the time...). Oh, and I can't forget putting an apple pie in the oven and sitting by the window in a cosy sweater, breathing in the sweet cinnamon scent emanating from the kitchen while lighting a candle to scribble by.

Today the sun shines and the air is full of that familiar freshly cut grass smell.

Before you know it, red leaves and blue skies turn into rainy days and frosty fields.

A song of rebirth and regrowth, an endless cycle that tells you: This is all that matters. This is all you want.

Rejoice, for your soul is alive.

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