From my porch, I see all the signs of fall, but my inner landscape has the energy of spring emerging from an eight-month winter.
The collective crises and overwhelming uncertainty led to a deep constriction of my heart. It took all my energy to preserve the tiny light inside. In the last month, our lives have settled into routines that now feel normal, and I’ve been itching to turn my energy outward.
I feared I’d wasted the months that I didn’t meet with clients, but as I’ve re-engaged in my coaching practice, I realize how much work I’ve been doing all along. I underestimated how much the reading, writing, and meditating I did sank into my mind, body, and soul. My purpose is more refined, my commitment to the work and belief in its significance is doubled, and I am more attuned to the unity that holds all things together.
It may take time to shake the cobwebs off of what I do, but who I am is ready for spring.