kasia laviers

I woke up this morning feeling... 'heavy.' The clouds over the loch are low, the world is grey and damp, and my own energy is right down on the floor. My whole life, I've just said, "Och, I'm so sensitive to low atmospheric pressure." It always felt like a flaw, an affliction. It felt like something to be resisted, medicated, or "pushed through". It made me feel passive, like a victim of the weather. But this morning, as I sat with my tea, I had a little lightbulb moment. A gentle reframe...

Autumn has arrived. There’s a chill in the air, a whisper of winter, and a beautiful, slow-motion surrender as the trees start letting go...

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