Only the heart knows how to find what is precious.  -Fyodor Dostoyevsky

It seems to me that the heart knows what works for us, and what doesn't.  The heart is our truest compass, the source of authenticity.  When I listen to her, she tells me if I'm heading in the right direction or not.  She also tells me when I've veared off course and perhaps need to make a U-turn.  I've noticed that when this is the case, I'm not exactly thrilled at this information.  Knowing might mean choice, and choice often means change.

Autumn is my time of year to think and plan and reflect.  I like to slow down during October and November so I can plan my next year's opportunities.  I like to "listen" and take nature walks and ask Spirit where I should go next.   As I walk outside and the dry leaves rustle pleasantly beneath my feet, I can't help but pause and reflect on how quickly life goes by, on how quickly my children are growing......  I imagine each gold and brown leaf lying on the ground as a day from my life or my children's lives that's already past.  Can I really afford to wait even one more day to begin sowing the seeds of loving memories into their young lives?  Can I wait even one more day to decide to be brave, to be powerful within myself and create the life I want to live?