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Seasons change
the pulse of colors come and lost
bare branches gain the most
resting in a winter's breathe
buds bulging while the crisp fatigues
buds exploding from a winter's bring
            but not until we reach the spring.       bruce hostetter
Each year I do a dance with the change of seasons at the end of summer. I like everything that winter brings, except for one thing that impacts me the most. The length of the dark, cold, wet season. From my coaching perspective this makes me ask, "what am I resisting, and, what am I not allowing"? 
This did not always bother me, I moved to Seattle from the LA area in 2009 and I was so glad to get away from the too long summers, the boring skies that never changed, and the fact that it never got cold enough to wear a sweater. At first it was glorious to throw myself at the weather and endure what ever came our PNW way. I love rain, but I have also gained an appreciation for the sun, which I did not have before.
Here's what I am doing to embrace the seasons ahead. I am resisting the acquisition of gratitude so I search for a source. I find it in nature and by allowing myself to become the voice of nature I make gratitude more audible. The trees say, "Thank you soil for allowing my leaves to fall, a burden too great for all the year." The soil says, "thank you branches for the offering, I need your nutrients in my soil". The soil says, "Thank you leaves, I will assimilate the waste of summer and help the branches and leaves grow strong next spring and summer". The tree says, "Thank you soil"....and on and on.
THE BOTTOM LINE--A new intention: I am the embodiment of nature and as I learn to speak her language, I celebrate  the message of re-generative change.
Negotiating a Longer Summer