building
I bought a bunch of pumpkins to cook and cannot bring myself to slice them. Instead, they decorated my kitchen with white, orange, and green speckled rinds.
Harvest season.
The golden hour flashes red over the sea, and my street is dusted with crinkled brown leaves. The school behind my home is half erected, and the land is cleared of rubble where four apartments once stood on my block.
Spiritual cycles.
I’ve been waking up at 3 a.m. (without an alarm) and have taken to napping in the early afternoon to reset my system. I’m craving lentils and cauliflower, heavy blankets, wooly socks, and the scent of fir and wet earth.
The inhale cleans and the exhale builds.
I am focused on the exhale, building quietly within myself, letting go, releasing, and accepting what has passed.
The exhale is the practice I overlook. I am enlivened by the inhale, the inspiration and spiritualization of my being.
So, exhale it is.
Wishing you laughter and light,
Sera
Prajna | Wisdom
The moth glides through the
shadows, where the fox waits on
a log. The stretched-out elder
woman is as transparent as the
butterfly. Her sigh undulates the
trees until the leaves dissolve.
Take life as it comes.
~ A Five Letter Word for Centre by Seraphina Dawn
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In a dancer, there is a reverence for such forgotten things as the miracle of the small beautiful bones and their delicate strength.
In a thinker, there is a reverence for the beauty of the alert and directed and lucid mind.
― Martha Graham
Your Weekly Writing Prompts:
Are you focusing on the inhale (cleaning) or the exhale (building)
What does your harvest season feel like - what are the textures, colors, and scents?
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