An indication that the sun has set.
The big hand and the little hand for a straight line, 6:00 PM.
There were tasks completed.
Some tasks were left undone.
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And that is okay.
We can't get to everything. No matter how hard we try.
Despite what you may think,
you aren't super-woman.
And you aren't super-man.
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So breathe in the weekend.
A week complete, days off to enjoy.
Festivities with friends await.
Find that slower pace. Walk with it with a sweet embrace.
You need it. Welcome the rest. Live into its invitation.
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Watch a leaf fall.
Notice the season changing.
Feel the breeze become more crisp.
Hear autumn whisper her goodbye.
Drink hot cider by a fire.
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Have fun with the chores you have in store.
Rake the leaves that will fall for the next week.
Then, jump in them.
Be a kid, the one who is inside you.
Lie on your back, see the white clouds the sky, so blue.
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You are radiant, like the leaves.
You are strong, like the trees.
You are beautiful, like autumn.
You are loved, like words to a poem.
You are enough.
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To the south migration happens.
Prepare your heart for its own patterns.
Sit with yourself a while.
Then, friend, smile. In the end, all will be well.
You, tonight, now, are exactly, where you need to be.
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The half hour bells chyme.
The day moves on.
The darkness casts its shadow wider.
The colors disappear into the night.
Wisdom knocks on your door. She is rest.
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