All in a Day's Words

Inward Reflection

addtext_com_mdkxmji0mte3mzaInward reflection arrives again as the seasons change. My color-coded calendar paints a rainbow of new activity and novel vision sets its sight on my future. An aromatic crispness fills the air as temperatures cool; my tires contract as if drawing inward as they roll. Similarly I travel inward bound, retreat from the external space, feel the quiet settle within me, and close off contact to reflect. Introspection grabs me as the ebb of this season flows into the next; it is my pause button. I stop to take stock, ground myself as I peek through the trees whose leaves are descending, observing the awe-inspiring radiant sky above for guidance to pay homage to my future intentions. Presence of great power draws faith for making alterations into an improved version of my life.

As I walk through the woods, present with each breath, abundant energy filters through me. My head, initially basking with details, my heart, pleading for self-love and change, and my body, heavy with sludge built on poor choices, demand adjustments. With each step, clarity comes, answers illuminate, and new perspective alters my existence. The air beckons novel thoughts, feelings, and views; it bellows new visions reaching fruition, clears sticky cobwebs of the past.” As the path splits, I know instinctively which avenue to embrace; my heart settles with ease with its decision; and I recognize the path less traveled is mine. As the turn orients back to my starting point, it differs from my initial steps into the forest. I head toward newfound freedom, a changed life, and an altered path my navigation system did not initially recognize.

Inward reflection changes me; it transforms my future and lets the leaves fall not where ye may, yet where I place them to live a better life.


  1. emiltoth

    Beautifully crafted words to help us on our daily journey.

  2. Lisa Edinberg

    The day to day continues to inspire me as no two ever seem alike, Emil. Thank you for your response.

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