Clarity

There's much to be said for clarity. It's liberating. It gives direction to our meaning and our purpose for being. And yet, depending on the juncture of your life, it can feel like cold steel on your wrists and a pane of bulletproof glass.

Someone recently told me that we always have the power to choose, if not our circumstance then our attitude. This gentle reminder has given me a great deal of clarity. And yet, in many ways it feels as though there is an impenetrable obstacle standing between me and my future. Perhaps it's bulletproof and perhaps it isn't. I won't know until I test it.  

Over the weeks since receiving that wonderful gift of hope, I've been focusing on changing me and my attitude. A still-small voice in my chest tells me that's the best place to start.

Isn't it appropriate that some of life's greatest seasons of change take place in Autumn?

“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.” - Anatole France

I've recently discovered a wonderful band by the name of The Paper Kites. Bloom was the first song of theirs I fell in love with. Featherstone quickly followed. Today, it was St. Clarity that struck me.