…there’s innocence.
…there’s a spark.
…there’s curiosity.
…there’s a reason and the reason is for the love.
I hope you turn pro in at least one thing, if not many.
And I hope the amateur and the child in you are forever in bloom.
Soon the leaves will start to fall.
They do this every year right about now.
Such a beautiful teacher draped in maroon-orange tempo.
May you engage, listen, and learn from them as they spiral waltz with gravity.
Only when the old goes can we find the new leaves that make the new oxygen that allow the new breath.
Art.
Prayer.
Life.
Gratitude.
Beauty.
If you never take the gaze inward, you’ll most likely always be on the lookout…and fear rarely sees the color of possibility.
But it you take note of your interior temperature, theme, and energy, you’ll make much better since of what’s happening outside.
Wisdom centers at the soul before it attempts to align what’s at hand.
Look in.
Look out.
Take in.
Then you can respond.
The heart.
AKA the scale.
AKA the thermometer.
AKA the tuning fork.
AKA the garden.
AKA the compass.
AKA the candle.
AKA the mirror.
Think of the implications here….
Guard it.
Ashton.Gustafson 