Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength. Corrie Ten Boom, Clippings from My Notebook
There is always extra pressure from my day job at the end of the year to hit certain goals, and at times it can feel exhausting. When it starts to feel overwhelming, I make a big warm drink (green tea latte today) and take a few minutes to myself before getting back to it. It’s been a huge drain on my creativity and desire to write. I’ve given up trying to fight that I have so many ideas and no energy to execute most of them. Lucky I am looking forward to a long holiday break to rest and get back into writing again.
If you’re like me, and not willing to think about winter until December, below are some ASMRs to enjoy this last full month of Fall. They are the perfect backdrop to write, meditate, and fall asleep to. Enjoy one while you read a fall poem, like the one below by Emily Brontë. ‘Fall, leaves, fall’ by Emily Bronte Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;Lengthen night and shorten day;Every leaf speaks bliss to meFluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snowBlossom where the rose should grow;I shall sing when night’s decayUshers in a drearier day.
All along the crystal cove the woven masks pace and pause from doorstep to doorstep. Shadows dance on the crest of the moon, as clouds, like dark bats, shift through the skies.The children in garments of glib disarray;the parents wear masks that won’t fade away.Olive and amber, sea and sky;salt and sand go winding by.One can sense the cries of hovering birds,the laughter of children,and frost-bitten air. Craig Froman, An owl on the moon: A journal from the edge of darkness
It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative – whichever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it. Sylvia Plath