Autumn is a time of change — a whirlwind from lush green colors and long, warm days to a cocktail of colored leaves peaking, falling and rustling along sidewalks and street gutters. Light patterns change, temperatures drop and the daylight eases way to treeless limbs and the cravings of heavy blankets, warm drinks and more time inside.
My soul mourns the loss of endless light, warm evenings, bare skin and glasses of champagne on the porch. The mugginess and energy of summer part taking skinny straps, bare feet, dress hems kissing tanned legs, freckled cheeks and eating ice cream under city lights with them. But, in the change, I also feel a burst of excitement, a quickening of my heartbeat, and a permission to fold inward.
It can be such a scary and exciting word. Though I want to desperately hold onto summer, after I bring out boots and sweaters, the crisp air smells clean and cutting — like a fresh start. It ushers in possibility.
My boots shuffling through colored leaves with fading light remind me to pause. To take account of my life — where I've been, where I am, and where I'd like to go. Autumn truly is a gift to remind us how quickly life passes. It's a chance to dig deep into the soil of our hearts to reveal desires that have been nesting — waiting to begin in secret behind closed doors and shut windows.
The season teaches me the hard and good lesson of being. Of appreciating things just as they are, for the time they are.