Ever feel it before?  That little butterfly that gets into your bed sometime in the early, early morning and wakens you by fluttering its way into your tummy, making you giddy and "itchy" with getting on...

Kids get that fluttery itch the first day of school, or perhaps on their favourite holiday... Geez, I still wake up with that fluttery itch on my favourite holidays!!  Well I also get it when I have a new, clean tablet or journal in front of me - paper that's yet untouched and smells of its pulp, or when I roll freshly sharpened pencils that smell of their wood shavings between my fingers.  I also get it when I'm ready for a new painting to flow from my heart out through my hands to the canvas...

Now that I give careful consideration to the thought, I notice that the fluttery itch comes to me whenever I'm beginning...  Beginning anything that I've not done in a long time or even have never done before.

Well I'm getting that fluttery itchy feeling inside, and it's been increasingly noticable throughout the day.  And I'm pretty sure that it's because I've had a dormant seed waking back up within me... again, that should feel so out of sync with the Wheel of the Year, but it doesn't!  And it's really, really cool!!

I've decided that the proverbial water and sun for this new and thriving little shoot that's pushing forth from my heart's seed-bed are autumn and school supplies.  Doesn't that sound silly?  But it's the new pencils and tablets and crayons the kids are getting for the upcoming school year that is feeding this fluttery itch.  And with autumn making its earliest and most easily missed designs upon the Earth here in our small part of the planet, its adding its warmth - like the sun - to that fluttery little itch I've been feeling.  I love autumn.  It just revvs me up when the days grow shorter, the leaves change colours, the smell of the air changes to the scent of fall... I perk up like a sunflower raising its face to a lone sunbeam, or like a parched plant feeling the first raindrops of an evening rainshower. 

I also believe that it's the unpacking all my favourite desk things from our moving, and just being able to reorganize things from A to Z since we've moved.  I've noticed that I've been gently falling back into my body's normal circadian rhythms, waking at sunrise like I've always truly enjoyed, and going to bed around 10 or 11 at the very latest. 

I'm still amazed at how much more "in sync" I'm feeling these days.  It's so different than the way I was feeling for so long following the car accident that changed my life - that and the triple-whammy diagnoses of lupus, RA, and fibro.  For so long, I bobbed through day-to-day feeling "lost at sea" within myself.  And it's absolutely amazing to find myself coming back into sync again.

I'm really working on the idea of co-creating reality and with that, staying present, being curious about my emotions, and it's making a difference.  A BIG difference.  And one I'm really noting leaves me filled with amazement, peace, and positive energy.

One of the great Gifts of Learning I've received from Ruth and Falcon was the idea of pushing forth and reaching out and beyond.  They taught me that growth comes from reaching from Deep Within and sending out that energy to reach, reach, reach.  What a tremendous lesson!

And so, once again - and with that Lesson in heart and mind - I begin...

The Great Mother, Earth, is winding down with shortening days and harvest rather than burgeoning growth in these days following Lughnassadh.  Now the greens of the fields and grasses are beginning to ripen and turn gold and brown.  The first breaths of Autumn's coming kisses are making the leaves of the trees blush here and there.

And yet, at this time of this year, as the Wheel of the Year begins its turn toward frosty air , warm, cinnamon-scented candles and drinks, and the deepened colours of ripening fruits, I find my own life's season not feeling aged, but fresh and untouched as a new sheet of paper and crisp as a clean linen sheet.   This seeming paradox does not leave me feeling out of sync, but rather curious, calm and pleased, interestingly enough.

We've moved to a new place where we're making our home co-operatively with a Sister from our Dianic Tribe of Women.  I've also newly joined Zaadz, and this is my first blog entry.  A new school year lies before us, unfurrowed as of yet. 

I wakened early this morning to sit in the cool of the August morning on the front porch while sipping coffee and watch the sun rise.  And as I did, I realized just how unblemished the day and time was to me.  From that realization, I had that blissful experience of being totally Present... with that very Moment in all its fullness within and without, around, above and below me... where everything was and was just as it should be... and it was beautiful. 

And like a child chasing a butterfly, I immediately wanted to capture it rather than just enjoy it... (I have much to learn yet - this I know).  And that was when I recognized that I was face-to-face with the Lesson for today... I can live that experience every moment of every day - if I will open myself to do so. 

Epiphany.

Every moment of every day, whether I've started a new project, craft, chore, or simply am in the midst of doing - every  moment is a clean sheet.  And that's an amazing Gift to Notice, gently given to me today by the Goddess, to Whom I offer my most humble thanks.

And so, I begin...