Mystery Unfolding

And we find ourselves in September …

… amongst the movement and flow of the seasons: of nature and our lives. The non-linear currents, little stagnations, and sudden bursts which can occur, emotionally and practically — as ‘time’ moves toward us, pushing through us, if we open and let it. The beauty and mystery, of time and myself, inviting me towards ‘more’.

Feeling this tussle, I channelled this lovely sentence a couple of days ago:

The departure is inevitable once the arrival has occurred — Mr P.

For me, it echoes the letting go of previous versions of myself now ‘the new’ has energetically arrived at the doorstep. Sometimes the arrival can happen quietly — perhaps, eons ago — now ready to make itself known. And at other times (perhaps simultaneously) it can be heard knocking … for us to let it in. Asking for the former part of us to ‘depart’ — so the new can enter. A notional space in the transition, which can feel like a lot.

A departure ready to happen, before we even knew we were there.

Mystery unfolding before our eyes.

2 September 2026