What causes the autumn wind
to rush through the forest
stirring the leaves,
breaking their fragile connection
to the spent moments of yesterday,
that they might flutter down to the earth
and experience new life in their death and decay?
It is in their letting go of the past
that they receive the promise of this new moment.
They cannot hold their form in death;
it melts away and feeds new life,
and this is the way of all things.
In the autumn of your life,
can you turn to look
at how you’ve been nourished by the Tree of Life?
Can you gracefully surrender the diversions of youth,
breaking free of your bonds, fluttering down,
allowing your form to be used by the earth,
making way for the promise of what will come?
bringing cool air, wind,
and the promise of change.
As the days grow shorter
and the nights longer,
as nature slows down
and prepares for winter,
could I slow down too?
Could I take time
to go inwards, reflect,
see where I’ve been
and decide where I’m going?
Could I look ahead at life to come,
and choose to believe in the possibility
that after this long, dark night,
Spirit has a beautiful spring planned,
just waiting for my awakening?
Rain boots, raincoat,
wind flinging drops from the leaves
in a symphonic whishhhh
landing on my head.
River water rising, brown.
Ferns, moss, mud,
dark fallen leaves everywhere
on drenched earth.
Balmy wind blowing hot and moist on skin.
A distant rumbling
of storm meeting storm.
Tromping along a
a weaver’s delicate masterpiece
strung from leaf to leaf
Remembering to breathe,
thankful for the cradle
nature always give me
when my heart yearns
for the silence of a
When you feel lost, go home.
Take to the woods, get quiet, listen.
Watch how the green leaves reach out to the sun,
notice how the wind speaks with purpose,
notice how your body feels
so small against the backdrop
of towering giants.
Will you still be here when I’m gone?
Hear what they say.
They are always talking
if you will listen.
it’s snowing and freezing rain outside,
but inside there are lilies, roses, hydrangea,
candles, music, dancing, food.
Spring is here,
regardless of the weather.
At the end of the day
and I am spent,
what life could be like
if there were more hours in the day.
Mother Nature held me today;
I prayed, danced and sang.
I chanted, spoke, and breathed.
I sat in silence
and heard birdsong and wind
felt the sunlight on my face,
my eyelids caressed
by this golden saving grace.
The season of giving is upon us
And I think about forgiveness.
Is this the gift I’ve been seeking?
Forgiveness means freedom
to be who I am
to grant others the space
to experience their autonomy,
to move in this world naturally
without pretense or planning or airs.
I take a breath and for one moment
I cease running from my fears.
There’s a cold wind blowing
and the last leaves scatter
leaving the tree naked and bare.
Let the season of giving begin,