Harvest: The Story of the Season
After summer the summer I had, autumn has been jarring.
I've found myself lamenting summer's departure and pining for winter but I realize that neither is serving me right now. Autumn has really just begun and it last for a while (September 22 - December 21 in the Northern Hemisphere).
I need a new story about this season I'm in. I need to an fact based, poetic awareness of what this season is to me so that I can live through it without resisting its nature.
So what is the nature of fall? It's harvest time.
Gathering and plumping myself up and finding ways to preserve and the fruits of the prior seasons' labor. All the work I've put into making connections, asking for help and healing over the past year is yielding opportunities that require my attention now if I want their benefit next year.
I kept saying, "I can't wait for winter because I'm going to slow down, hibernate, reflect and relax." I even have hopes to cuddle. What I have been forgetting is that my efforts now will allow me the time and ease to do all of that.
Activity appears to be the pervasive tone of the season from the perceivable changes in climate and scenery to my calendar book (it's really Google calendar but I like saying calendar book). There is something popping off every day and I am becoming more devoted to taking time to myself to rest whenever I can.
Despite the obvious dying back that is happening to the trees and my ego and fashion persona, the pace and patterns of my life have become more manic and complex and frenetic. The requests and invitations to engage are coming in at greater volume, as are the temptations and lessons. I'm dressing for comfort and moving more tentatively. And while I am using discernment with how and with whom I exchange energy, letting go is happening often with me.
I'm keeping it movin' ya'll and becoming less rigid. I'm awareness does not fixate.
There is abundance. Most of my time is spent gathering,
I've found myself lamenting summer's departure and pining for winter but I realize that neither is serving me right now. Autumn has really just begun and it last for a while (September 22 - December 21 in the Northern Hemisphere).
I need a new story about this season I'm in. I need to an fact based, poetic awareness of what this season is to me so that I can live through it without resisting its nature.
So what is the nature of fall? It's harvest time.
Gathering and plumping myself up and finding ways to preserve and the fruits of the prior seasons' labor. All the work I've put into making connections, asking for help and healing over the past year is yielding opportunities that require my attention now if I want their benefit next year.
I kept saying, "I can't wait for winter because I'm going to slow down, hibernate, reflect and relax." I even have hopes to cuddle. What I have been forgetting is that my efforts now will allow me the time and ease to do all of that.
Activity appears to be the pervasive tone of the season from the perceivable changes in climate and scenery to my calendar book (it's really Google calendar but I like saying calendar book). There is something popping off every day and I am becoming more devoted to taking time to myself to rest whenever I can.
Despite the obvious dying back that is happening to the trees and my ego and fashion persona, the pace and patterns of my life have become more manic and complex and frenetic. The requests and invitations to engage are coming in at greater volume, as are the temptations and lessons. I'm dressing for comfort and moving more tentatively. And while I am using discernment with how and with whom I exchange energy, letting go is happening often with me.
I'm keeping it movin' ya'll and becoming less rigid. I'm awareness does not fixate.
There is abundance. Most of my time is spent gathering,
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