Merry Fall Equinox to all!

Have a blessed one. As the wheel turns bringing us into a new season, learn from the leaves on how to let go. It might involve some hardships emotion-wise, maybe a decaying friendship, maybe a relationship you hoped would blossom, maybe a broken heart you held onto a long time, maybe....well the list can go on and on.

I'm slowly doing all of the above right now.

I finally took down my "Red Ray" painting I had up for a long while. For those of you whom have never seen it, it was a painting of a broken heart behind bars covered in actual banages, band-aids, zig-zag threads, a key that I added, fire in the background and tape painted silver for the bars. It was pretty intense and it was how I was feeling at the time when I painted it almost two and a half years ago. Actually I added onto it as time spanned.

I offered it up to the Goddess and invited change to unfold in my life.
Then took back the key.

We'll see what She has in mind for me. Invoking change was no easy task, so I am a little nervous but full of anticipation and readiness.

I have always been mesmerized by natural revelations in the Fall. The message being that life will intensify itself to the fullest before letting go. Climax of sorts must occur and then the ultimate release can transpire in leaves and humans alike. The copper-reddish leaves spiraling its bittersweet journey towards landing in the unknown. Downright unnerving but neccessary for all life. On that note, may you have happy changes this beautiful season!

May you all learn to let go of what no longer serves your path.
So your footsteps become lighter and your hearts burn brighter.

(For those of you who don't know, Natalie is my all time favorite singer. She's able to really capture my feelings in her songs or the way I'd present them. This is one of my personal favorites).

My Skin
By: Natalie Merchant

Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here that I don't understand
Your face-saving promises
Whispered like lies
I don't need them, no.
I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable

Well contempt loves the silence,
it thrives in the dark
Slow winding tendrils that strangle your heart
They say that promises sweeten the blow
But I don't need them, no I don't need them.

I've been treated so long
I've been treated so wrong
As if I'm becoming untouchable
I'm a slow dying flower
In the frost killing hour
Sweet turning sour and
untouchable

Oh, I need
The darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
Oh I need this

Oh I need
a lullabye
A kiss goodnight
Angel
sweet love of my life
Oh I need this

I'm a slow dying flower
In the frost killing hour
Sweet turning sour and
untouchable

Do you remember the way
That you touched me before?
All the trembling sweetness
I loved and adored?

Your face-saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them
No, I don't need them

Oh I need
The darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
Oh, I need this

I need a lullabye
A kiss goodnight
Angel
Sweet love of my life
Oh I need this

Is it dark enough?
Do you see me?
Do you want me?
Can you reach me?
Oh, I'm leaving.

You better shut your mouth
Hold your breath
You kiss me now, you'll catch my death
Oh I mean this