I’m sitting on my front porch watching the green leaves turn a fiery red. If I slow myself down just enough to revel in its beauty. I imagine each leaf giving a heartfelt goodbye to its former life as it falls softly to the ground. I feel the brisk air touch my bones as misty fall mornings overcome the warm blanket of summer. Autumn has always intrigued me; there is something gorgeous wherein nature sheds itself to its barren state, so it can withstand the harshness of a cold winter.
I find comfort in this, I too have stripped myself to a naked core to overcome cruel realities. Not much different from that leaf falling to the ground, I have given parts of my past heartfelt goodbyes. Tearing the layers of pain from inside my heart to the bare minimum. To reconstruct the person I want to become. For most Autumn is the death of summer, I see it much differently. Autumn is the beginning, a chance to start over, to let injury shed its pain from your soul. A chance to lie dormant and actually feel the pulse of your heart.
When given the opportunity to reflect upon my life’s moments, I choose this time of year to watch nature do its thing. To sit quietly in a field and watch my world put itself to bed and welcome the darkness of winter. I’m jealous of nature’s ability to slow itself down so it can rest and start anew in the spring. It is a quality humans seem to have let pass by us. Too busy complaining of the falling leaves we seem to ignore the beauty in it. Neglecting to allow our minds rest and give ourselves time to rejuvenate. We forget to let our leaves fall to the ground without hurt or animosity.
I welcome the solace of winter through the preparation of fall. It has the potential to become the beginning of a personal hibernation. Giving me time to discover my soul and renew my love of a world I feel lucky to be a part of. Autumn reminds me to come to peace and shed the circumstances I cannot control. As well as to let my body, mind and soul rest. There are many similarities we as Humans, learning to leave our pain behind, have with the changing of the seasons. Sometimes we forget, we are one with this planet, each of us sharing the energy that is wistfully moving throughout all we see, touch, taste, hear and feel. Binding us together as one common thing, life.
So as I listen to the rustle of the leaves changing from green to rusty-red. From soft and supple to dry and cracked, I hear them whisper goodbye to the home they once knew. I imagine them letting go of any pain or heartache as they look back and fall to the ground. And as the autumn leaves start to cover the ground I too will take their lead and shed what is no longer needed for me to be the person I am meant to be.
I will take this time, to let go of what is not necessary and let the darkness of winter be my soul’s time for rest. Allowing myself to be honest and fresh, as the first bud of spring is placed on my tree.