Belonging

As I was walking through the fall toned fields,I felt the crackle of the squirrels. They called to each other from the trees. And when I looked around me, I saw them scurrying quickly, burying nuts as if to say, there’s not enough time! We have to prepare for the future. We have to store food. If we are to survive.
The last few days have been cold all of a sudden. Right after the lunar eclipse. So much change is happening to our earth. It changes our bodies quickly, roughly, whether we’re ready for it or not. There’s uncertainty in the air, as fall boldly moves into the landscape. Changing the colors, shaking the trees and blowing the leaves; gleaming the sun into our eyes. There is warmth and then there’s cold all at the same time.
And then I saw this 1 lone pink flower in a golden field. Standing straight and tall. Unwavering. Unmoving. In all this swirling moving ocean of change, I suddenly felt rooted. And proud. To be me. Different. Standing out. Unmoved by all the chaos. Blooming in the fickle sun. Belonging. And holding on.