Autumn has always been a magical time for me ~
the crisp air seeping through open windows,
the warm shades of orange and gold that line
the streets, revealing splendor in every corner and
Change becomes something palpable.
You can taste it in the apple orchards and as
you slip your fingers gently around a warm drink.
You can see it as the tall Maple trees send
down their silent offerings, leaves
falling to the ground in delicate patterns,
shades of color only nature
I feel a sense of hope that often eludes me in winter and summer.
Maybe it’s the realization that such beauty exists even
in things that are dying. Knowing there will be a hibernation
of sorts underground, the earth preparing for what’s to come.
But first, the harvest.
Gathering what we’ve worked so hard for
throughout the year, reflecting on what’s been
and what’s to come.
Allowing ourselves to sit quietly with the
magic the earth has to offer,
sharing our fears, our hopes, our stories.
Having the strength to let go of what’s been
been weighing us down,
hiding in the folds of our hearts.
Allowing us to stretch our tired limbs,
now lighter and stronger,
towards the sky.