One September day while walking along the train tracks, West of downtown Flagstaff, that nostalgic feeling came over me. You know that feeling that can’t be described, it comes with the change of seasons, when the air gets crisp and cool and the light takes on that golden hue? There is a sadness somehow in that nostalgia… and I wondered if it was because I perceived this time of year as an end to something, the end of Summer, the end of green and blooming flowers, the end of long, warm days, music on the patio, tank tops and flimsy dresses. Then, I began to notice the wildflowers, loosing their petals, holding on to their last shade of color, their spirits seeming tired as they let their seeds go to the wind. Then, I realized, it isn’t the end, but a beginning. The snow will come and prepare the ground for new life to grow. And in every day, the sun seems to go away but only so it can rise again. These are the cycles of nature and they happen in us too. Do not be afraid of what may seem like a dark time or the end to something. When we are able to embrace these moments, not judge ourselves and then make space within, who knows what may take root, and begin to grow!
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I love your writing, Erica. The way you describe your thought process really adds to the enjoyment of the painting. Kimberly