THE COMING OF AUTUMN
Walking in the woods yesterday I saw the coming of autumn, in the sky and in the trees. I felt it too, and not just in my physical sensation of coolness. I experienced a mood of loss and ending, not limited to the summer of 2021.
The natural wheel of the year, where I live, has classically been one of soft transitions. Our seasons have merged gently into each other, with September as a modified extension of summer. Leaves gently turn, but there is not much of a fall. For much of my life I enjoyed the sense of a predictable pattern in the the turning of the wheel. That sense has eroded in recent years and has now reached vanishing point. Hence the feeling of loss.
Summer 2021 seemed to die in August, after a short and faltering life. It may be succeeded by a once unseasonable hot spell, or it may not. Considering the effects of the climate crisis in other parts of the world, this is hardly dramatic. But this weird summer season, including a background awareness of developments elsewhere, has ended my already weakened feeling of security. The phrase ‘winds of change’ comes to mind. I think, what next? And when?
I feel challenged to be open to whatever happens, without obsolete expectations to confuse me. In the state of openness, I find that an inner peace and clarity are present. They act as my guides through a shifting, changing, world.
I think we must remain open even to the insight that the seasonal cycle of change which seems like a constant is itself subject to change and things will not always be as they are now. So our own changes can be seen in the context of eternal flux which is, perhaps, the one constant, and the realisation that — in whatever shape or form — we will always be a part of it.
Thanks Greg for this insightful comment.
The only thing you can count on is life is “things change”…like it or not. The older I get the less welcome is change.
Thanks Ron. I remember times of actively seeking change. Now, not so much!
Indeed. Well said. 🍂