Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Seasons of the Soul

September is my favorite month of the year.  September arrives as summer and departs as fall but is dangerously unsure of itself in the middle.
It is a necessary energy merging seasons together and pushing the year forward.
 It is  new and old, warm and cold. 
Hoodies with shorts.
Jeans with flip flops.

September is authentic. A force of it's own, standing in between, creating something on either side of itself. Merging past with present and pushing it into the future.

It's a crazy lady. Impulsive, fierce and gentle, needing to push forward
 but not able to completely let go.

I thank September for it's edginess and for gifting me the time to prepare to be prepared.
To gather what I need creatively and spiritually from this time and store it up in my soul.
 The drama of September's warm days, cool nights, clear blue skies, and violet twilights heighten my senses and give me food for thought. The golden sunshine of September days invites me
 to be still and look, listen, and be inspired.
Crisp chilly nights remind me to close the windows and take care of myself.
 I savor the soul nourishing energy and beauty that naturally flows from September and tuck it under my pillow for the long, cold, dark winter when a glass of wine doesn't always make it better.

My inner self and outer self stand back to back and push up against each other like Summer against Fall creating energy that doesn't necessarily define me but is essential for the birth
 of who I am to become.
 Like September, my authentic self lies between the seasons of my soul.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

No Wine-ing!

I've lived in the northern suburbs of Chicago, Illinois my whole life (except for when I lived in Cleveland for 4 years) and aside from the North Shore and the Lakefront, beauty and adventure is scarce around here. 

Taking the scenic route to work here means finding the road with the least construction. A night out to dinner sounds like, "where should we go for dinner tonight, honey? Tuesday's or Friday's?" 

Of course I am exaggerating but until last weekend, I never knew there were more sophisticated or creative roads to travel here in my neck of the woods and I certainly never ventured to guess that something as Pacific Northwest-ish as Wine Country existed within my limited Midwestern reach.

I have the honor of standing up in the wedding of my friend Paul, a friend of 21 years, whose fiance, Melissa, has become a great friend too. In fact, I am going to be a bridesmaid for the first time! I'm so excited for these two to tie the knot and so blessed to have been a part of the celebrations leading up to the big day.
Last weekend was the Bachelorette Party....

First, we boarded the party bus.....I mean, the "Executive Coach"

Melissa's awesome group of gal pals, a little older and wiser than I was when I got married 16 years ago, fortunately, did not plan the requisite "male -stripper- shows- up- at- the door -dressed- as- a -policeman-and- asks -us -to- keep- it- down" bachelorette party that I, and many of my friends (I am embarrassed to admit) had to endure back in the day.
Instead, they planned a much more sophisticated day of champagne cocktails, meat and cheese trays, wine tasting, and oh, did I mention drunken Gummy Bears?

First Stop, Tabor Hill Winery & Restaurant

Melissa and Kristy

Next Stop, Lemon Creek Winery for Wine Tasting and a Picnic Lunch...

Last Stop was Round Hill Winery, Brewery, and Distillery

It was a fantastic day and a great Bachelorette Party!
Thank you for letting me be a part of it!
Wishing Paul and Melissa all the best in their journey together!