Coming to Fall



Coming to Fall


Evening sitting

With breezes

Brushing over


A hint is

In the air

It whispers that

Change is on

The way to


The time is coming

For notes and books

Falling leaves of trees

A crispness in air

Brings hints of childhood

Days of school fun,

Brings hope and anticipation

Of holidays yet to


Chilled nights

Cool days

Bundled walks

Crunching leaves

As I

Am coming

To fall.


Everybody Falls


We all fall down

We’ve all scraped our knees

We’ve all given up and

Not eaten our peas.

But we all got up too

We learned to walk by falling

Over and over again

But we didn’t give up

We didn’t give in.

We may not remember,

But we didn’t think we couldn’t do,

Didn’t question ourselves,

Didn’t think we were less for hitting the ground.

We didn’t cry at how useless we were,

Didn’t dwell on our failures.

We reached out our hands

Expecting another to grab it right up

Help us along.

Just like that someone was there

Holding us up, supporting

Our wobbly feet.

That’s all it took a helping hand

And persistence, to move us along.

A helpful reminder when

We’re feeling low

Keep on trucking and reach out your hand

Expect one to grab a hold

Surely you’ll find

New fingers intertwined.

I always think it’s interesting how we learned to walk because at that age we don’t think less of ourselves for falling, we hadn’t yet learned the art of self-deprecation. Somewhere along the way we start doubting ourselves and becoming self-conscious. If we can let go of some of that things would be a little less stressful.

How do you feel about reaching out for a helping hand?

Happy Fall



Happy Fall


A beautiful first day of fall,

Happy equinox.

A little summer warmth

Hangs in the air

Mixed with a

Dash of fall crispness.

Days have already begun

Their journey towards

Shortened daylight hours.

Waning sunlight

Dancing across waters of the lake

Twinkles in my eye.

The leaves on the trees

Have already begun to slowly turn

From a forest of green

To a blaze of color,

Few already dropped

Crunching under foot.

Today marks the end

Of summer

As we transition and move

Through autumn to

The dark of winter.

Happy fall.


The fall equinox is always bittersweet for me. While it marks the beginning of fall which is a beautiful time, I love the cool fall days and the fall foliage and apple/pumpkin picking, it also marks the end of summer and nice long hot beach days and bbq’s.

How do you feel about the fall?

To a Point



To a Point


You have to get to a point

Where you are just too tired

To keep fighting

And you need to let go,

To drop your arms

And allow the light and love to enter

Without having to push through all your fighting.

When you reach the end of your rope

When you come to the end

And just move past

To the place beyond

Of emptiness.


A vast void

Rolls out in front of me

The whole world engulfed

At my finger tips

I am standing on the edge

One toe creeping over the precipice

I’m alone

Not a soul would hear me fall

Crashing to my death.

I have no other choice,

I can’t go back

That would be a death of another kind.

My only choice is to shift each foot

Forward a bit

Until there is nothing but air beneath


I’d like to say I would leap

With a running start out into my future

But in reality

I would close my eyes

And shuffle until I flopped off.

The falling

Is agonizingly slow

And yet I’m speeding down

The pull of the earth

Guiding me to a hard ending.

I hope and trust

That I’ll fly or be caught.

I have to believe this isn’t the end

That this falling won’t last forever

And that it will only lead me

To places I’d never imagined.


There are many times in life where I get to a point where I just can’t fight anymore – the worrying, the fear becomes too much for me. It’s at that point when I can let go and trust that I will end up somewhere wonderful, usually because I feel I have no other choice. Taking that leap is incredibly scary but past experiences teach me that I will either fly or be caught, because I’ve fallen many times and I have never been completely broken – I’m still alive to tell the story.

What helps you take that leap?