September Calls
It’s been a while. Changes. Transformations. Comprehension. Acceptance. Renewal.
I never quit going to school so every September brings to me a sense of rejuvenation and promise. It’s my New Year’s Day today. January 1st is so cliche.
Love and loss. Lost and found. Alive and well.
It’s no time for sentences today. I can feel the first hint of a cool breeze after a summer of soul-robbing heat. Oppressive heat. Continuous heat. No relief. Since May, we’ve had no relief, no release. Since May …
But that has changed.
Seasons pace us, lead us, as they reflect the seasons of our hearts.
It’s never too late. It’s never too early. My gentle readers, it’s time to become who you are. Seek, strive, ride hard before winter comes.
We are strong. Take life and love literally. Get up off the mat, get back in the saddle.
Gusto and gravitas; strength and honor; light and laughter. Fight the good fight. Do not yield. Never yield.
– The Dyke Whisperer
