Falling In

The crisp mornings, warm afternoons, and crystalline skies of fall draw me outside to savor the remnants of summer. They also draw me in. In to myself to savor the experience of summer and of life.

Zinnias still going strong in the park across the street

This poem arrived in my inbox this week. It evokes this sense of slowing down and going

inside of daily life to get a fuller and rounder sense of living a life. I hope you enjoy it.

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Getting to I don't know Sometimes, too certain I know what love is, I miss love. It’s like thinking water is waves, not seeing water is also the depths of ocean,

the muscle of river, the body, the air, ice, snow, fog, clouds, mist. Sometimes, longing to hear certain words, I neglect to hear the words that are spoken. Or craving a certain touch, I disregard all other touch, and my skin believes it is starving. There is beauty beyond beauty, love beyond love, opening beyond opening, an apple inside apple. Let my prayer be I don’t know. Let me find the door inside the door, the glimmer inside the glimmer, the human inside this woman. The god inside of god. -Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, wordwoman.com On a different note, I'm looking for research participants for a project to explore the value of coaching beyond workplace challenges and opportunities. If you are interested in participating, please email me.

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