The night winds’ breath gained a sharp edge this week. The calendar tells me I’ve officially crossed into autumn. The world is going to sleep, or in darker terms, preparing to die. Yep, that’s seriously how I see it. Welcome to my dramatic mind.
As someone who struggles with seasonal depression (I like to call myself a Light Addict), I fight to keep a bright spirit as the days shorten.
When I turn grumpy about the natural order of things, I know there’s something under the surface for me to learn. The earth needs to rest…and the maple leaves are whispering that I’m not stronger than the beautiful planet.
Twelve months of summer would kill our world. Have you ever thought of that?
The diverse seasons in the Pacific Northwest remind me that the cycles are absolutely necessary for supporting such a lush environment.
Then I remember that in a life of creative expression, like mine, there are necessary times of raking dead leaves, plodding through fog and cold, waiting for the sun’s encouraging touch, or a green shoot of hope.
Fall binds me inside my house to linger, curl under warm blankets, and slow down. Fall is a time for books by the fireplace, hot cider, scarves, corn mazes, and fiery tree colors.
The more I embrace the seasons’ unstoppable flow, the more graciousness I learn to grant myself on days when I must let the leaves compost around me into creative fuel for tomorrow.
Death and rest give birth to life. And because I know there’s life both within and beyond this, I keep smiling.
What are your autumn thoughts? Does this season stir any emotions for you?