“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” – George Eliot
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” – Albert Camus
Embrace the brevity of autumn, the celebration of fiery colors, the harvest of summer’s work.
Winter enters slowly then swiftly, holding its own blessings and beauty.
Enter the brilliance of each season, the gift of each day.
Fall festival is in full swing.
Allow the color and light to enter, casting it back out in return.
“There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!” – Percy Bysshe Shelley
“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love—that makes life and nature harmonize.” – George Eliot
“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.” – Carl Sandburg
Summer lingers and leads the dance a bit longer. The last waltz coming as summer begins the release to fall. Temperatures swing from 40s in the morning to 80s in the afternoon. Early sunsets shortening the light span of each day. The grass growth slows, preparing for rest, dormancy and rejuvenation.
As summer takes its last waltz and fall appears in one leaf turning to brilliant orange followed by the next and next, enter the gift of transition time. Grateful for what was then releasing it to sweet memory, opening arms to ready for what is to come.
Each season builds and weaves into the next, often for reasons we do not know in the now. Trust the surety and process of seasons, transitions and new beginnings. While often not on our time, never failing and always the right time. Awaken and enter the flow, ease and glide of the last waltz.
“Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an autumn sound. The summer sun is faint on them— The summer flowers depart— Sit still— as all transform’d to stone, Except your musing heart.” – Elizabeth Barrett Browning, The Autumn
“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.” – Stanley Horowitz
“Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, creeds follow one another, but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons, a possession for all eternity.” – Oscar Wilde
There’s a crispness to fall’s entry. Cool mornings, warm days, cool evenings. Shorter days. Light beginning the journey to solstice. Colors shift to harvest, transition ensues. Remain present in all seasons and cycles, aware and awake to abundance in the present moment.
Keep planting, keep nurturing, keep harvesting, rooted in gratitude.
“What we plant in the soil of contemplation, we shall reap in the harvest of action.” – Meister Eckhart