How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans know when it is time to move on? As with migrant birds, so surely with us, there is a voice within if only we would listen to it, that tells us certainly when to go forth into the unknown. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
Although I love autumn, there is something about the transition between summer and fall that leaves a restless feeling tickling my veins; a battle between acceptance and one last jump into the water.
A yearning for one more moment of things as they are.
But the leaves begin to wilt as a new season begins and the awkwardness of “in the middle” is upon me.
Time for me to listen to that still voice inside as I prepare for the next season of my life.
What is your inner voice telling you?
Funny thing I was just reading an article about gardening and the year round projects that are a part of the process if you want to really commit yourself. It made me think about becoming a more "dedicated" gardener and how it keep our soul in sync with nature and the changes that she brings.
ReplyDeleteUsually this time of year I try to enjoy being outside at least a bit every day; but when October hits I start to prepare for the prospect of spending much of my time indoors. I do a fall cleaning and organizing and start thinking about what kinds of projects I may want to be working on over the winter. Nice prompt, and good example of how we can use our writing to reflect on, and discover, areas of our life that we may have overlooked. <3
What a sweet post Dawn.
ReplyDeleteI bid summer farewell gladly, and welcome the slightly cooler days of Autumn, which are more like Spring in other parts of the country.
Per my internal seasons, you made me wonder what stage I've reached. I suppose I'm in the Autumnal phase of cool breezes and visible transformation. My leaves are turning orange.
I didn't like fall when I was younger, it represented the onset of winter. Now I love the season. I sometimes wish the things that move me through my life were more consistent, like the seasons. It seems at times there is no rhyme or reason to the ebb and flow of energy, the things that need "changing", or the things that rock our boats. I love staying present with the seasons because it creates a less-chaotic background on which to experience the tumult (enjoyable tumult) of life.
ReplyDeleteJenny I love that idea of keeping our soul in sync with nature!
ReplyDeleteMyrna..."Autumnal phase of cool breezes and visible transformation. My leaves are turning orange" ~ Wow!
awitchtrying ~ I never thought about changing seasons providing a structure in which we meet our days, I love that!
I feel ya! I LOVE Fall but there's always a little sadness there when the fun of summer is gone. That is of course nothing like the depression I get when all the leaves are gone and everything looks dead but what are you gonna do?
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Michelle