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Here in Montana, there are signs everywhere that the season is changing. The light is different. The mornings are cooler. Gardens are giving up the last of what they’ve been growing. Leaves are beginning their turn. And next week, we arrive at the autumn equinox, that beautiful threshold between seasons. I’ve been thinking about harvest. We often think of harvest as abundance. Gathering. Bounty. Seeing what has grown from everything we’ve tended. But harvest also requires discernment. What do we gather? What do we preserve? What do we share? And what has completed its season? Will I plant this again? Maybe that’s an interesting question for us, too. We accumulate so much over the course of a year, not only stuff, but habits, expectations, commitments, ideas about who we should be, things we’ve been meaning to get around to, and decisions we’ve been waiting to make. Sometimes there is weight in the wait. I’ve been playing with that idea lately, and I’ll have something more to share with you about it next week. For now, perhaps autumn’s invitation is simply to notice. A journal prompt for you: As I look at what I’ve grown, gathered and carried this year, what feels worth savoring, and what might I be ready to lay down? No need to make a project out of the answer. Just notice what comes. And perhaps let your body into the conversation, too. One of the things I continue to love about creating my Kinesthetic Mystic invitations is the reminder that we don’t have to think our way through everything. We get to be IN bodies! Bodies that stretch and sway, push and pull, curl and reach, breathe and wiggle and sometimes move in wonderfully weird ways. There is no “right” way to do it. Move as you are. Move in your body’s way. I’ve added some new Kinesthetic Mystic invitations if you’d like a few minutes to get out of your head and see what your body has to say. You can find the latest on my YouTube channel @sheforcecoach https://studio.youtube.com/video/XTZQiSYlzO8/edit And one small housekeeping note from the Purple Room: Last week I shared a link for Cosmic Conversations that, as it turns out, wasn’t functioning properly. A friend tried to use it and kindly let me know. (Thank you Kim!) It’s fixed now. So if you had tried to peek inside the Purple Room and found the door mysteriously locked, that was technology, not the cosmos. :) I’ll add the corrected Purple Room link here (2 spots available): https://she-force.kit.com/products/cosmic-conversations Mostly, though, this week I hope you’ll give yourself a little time to notice the changing season. Look around. Look back. Look within. Move a little. And notice your harvest. There is time enough to decide what comes with you into the next season, and what does not. Love, Aimee |
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