There is something about September. Strange, wonderful, terrible, heart breaking, beautiful, incredible, life altering things have happened to me in my thirty something years of Septembers. Some of the events have been beyond my control, but some, I am convinced, are purely sourced the universe. Is it the approaching equinox? The bright harvest moon enchanting my night sky? Is it because we are nearing the end of the wheel of the year? Could it merely be the crispness of the air, or the mold from the freshly harvested corn that makes me sneeze? I do not know, but I do know that I feel exhilarated.
September makes me brave. September makes me bold. September 2015 changed the course of my life forever. The effects of the changes made that fated month are still something I contemplate daily. Now that two years have passed, one would think that the significance would fade, but it does not. It only becomes more complex. It is possible that the complexity is primarily due to the over workings of my mind. I just seem to notice more this time of year, and my observations make life as I know it impossible to continue in its trajectory. Certain negative elements become intolerable and must be eliminated. The leaves begin to change and fall along with my ability to accept my negative influences and attributes.
With releasing the negative comes, hopefully, an influx of positive. This has been my experience anyway. Once again, I am shedding light upon the old, and wishing for the new while making changes to my life that will lead to a healthier, happier me. One September at a time, life and love are renewed and realigned to my true path. I am being brave and bold once again to harness the energy and momentum to achieve my dreams. Passivity be damned.