This morning I woke up to the scent of fresh rain on the earth. It was a fragrance that carried promises of renewal, seeping through my open windows to the autumn that awaited me outside. I’ve taken up running without music, allowing myself to be present in the rhythm of my own breath and the symphony of birdsong that encircles me. Each footfall connects me to the living world, grounding me in its vibrancy. My heart, once heavy, feels lighter these days.

My arms and legs ache with the sweet soreness of exertion when I wake, a reminder of the life coursing through me. At the end of the day, I dedicate an hour to myself, letting the weight of the day peel away, layer by layer. I’m reading a lot more these days, staying up later — as if the days themselves have stretched, gifting me with more time.

There is a profound sense of loveliness within me, a quiet contentment that whispers through my being. In the stillness, in the simple rituals of my days, I find a kind of peace that I had forgotten existed. It’s as if I’ve rediscovered the beauty of just being, of savoring each moment as it unfolds. And so, I embrace this season of my life with open arms, breathing deeply, living fully. ❤

©️ Beatriz Esmer