third year caela gray

Magnify the minute of the morning. Pause. The remnants of your blueberry pancakes smudged on an eggshell white plate. Tones of ink blue bleed into syrupy caramel tinged with mulberry after you smashed your fork into the sphere’s delicate skins. The sky outside, overcast oatmeal, the perfect autumnal backdrop to amber dipped leaves.

Zoom in closer. Pause. Notice your senses heightened. The lingering smell of sugar, batter, and maybe that homely scent unique to each of us, wafting gently in the air. Can you go deeper? Feel yourself sitting in space, each part of your body functioning to keep you alive. Stretch your toes, your limbs, your neck. Breathe in.

Through stillness amid chaos, resting on a superficial moment of everyday life, the world expands. In seasons of momentous change, approaching upheaval can feel crushing. Pause. Inhale the ripe earth, let the wind gently brush your fingertips, see the way the trees either parade their foliage in a kaleidoscopic farewell or in an ashen surrender of decay. Settle knowing that conclusions encompass both melancholy and celebration. A swirling colorful coexistence is the foundation of every finished plate, shedding tree, and period of change.

Equinox