Why am I complaining of long dark nights, the wild of the elements, or the island's general entry to hibernation?
I've even had a few changes in life circumstances, unexpected ones, which could have deflated me, but with which I floated instead … taking me to heights I never could have imagined.
Autumn is what, but another change?
Let it bring what it may: be it as the trees shed their leaves and stand stark naked in solitude, or as the comforting warm sunshine which strokes my skin on a cold day.
A time of transition is not a time to weep or to run away; it could be a time to learn to be comfortable in darkness as in the light, and to let go of the old to experience the new.
The ending of a chapter brings the beginning of another.
Everything happens for a reason, and it is perfect, so I trust.
Change is inevitable, the wheel keeps on turning, so I am comforted.
Who dare say they know what the future may bring? Then I choose to celebrate whatever it may be, because in spring we will bloom from the experience of winter.