An ending is the first week of September.
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An ending is the first week of September.
A prompt for you this week.
An ending is the first week of September. A sad earth smell of summer dying and hard work & cold days coming. A sad earth smell and knowing you've already changed and hard work & cold days coming and all day to fill with longing and knowing you've already changed that it's just the beginning and all day to fill with longing. Longing is always the start of something. It's just the beginning of summer dying-- Longing is always the start of something. An ending is the first week of September.
A prompt for you this week…
Here you are. You’ve made your way through 8 months of 2023 — and just when you think you’ve got the rhythm of this unwieldy dance down, it’s suddenly September.
Whether, like me, you’re in the part of the world for which Winter-Is-Coming, or whether you’re on the cusp of brighter days, September brings to our attention the passage of time.
PART 1 (6 min)
This week, I propose an inventory. (Explore each question for 2 mins, set a timer):
•What is ending for you right now?
•What feels like a beginning right now?
•What is still in process right now?
PART 2
In 7 words, name what you’re longing for right now. (Save this and read it back to yourself at the end of the year.)
A peaceful review of my place right now. My ending and beginning are both calm. I do not have a longing. I see that as regret or remorse for something I cannot change. Or grasping for something that is not yet its time (Oh, I have done both). Now is just now. I will continue to strive for kindness and consideration. Lee
PART 1
The no-network, less-social, too-serious, isolated edition of me is ending.
The opposite of the ending edition of me is the beginning of the new me.
I'm in the process of 'getting there' by releasing anxiety and fears around success, and turning that into excitement, experimentation and play.
PART 2
I'm longing for the end of this particular liminal space, in the cocoon of complacency. Looking forward to becoming the be-utterfly I know is in here somewhere. The transition is in motion, and has been for some time, but the emergence is yet to happen in its fullest expression.