A Changing World


Autumn - a time for reflection and rededication

Posted on September 20, 2017 at 1:20 AM

Today it snowed where I live. It's only September, yet the Universe is reminding us that winter has begun its inexorable march. Strangely - I am never quite prepared for it! 

It isn't about clearing out the garden and flower beds. The last harvests of the season are bitter-sweet even as we dry, freeze and process jewel-coloured jars for the winter. It isn't about warmer clothing or turning the heat back on, packing up the lawn furniture and storing the airy gazebo. Of course that all has to be done. 

For me it's about having to give up morning coffee at my private bistro retreat - just outside my own front door - watching the landscape change from the burnished pinks of pre-dawn to the vibrant green of full sun on grass and leaf while I sip. The burgeoning life of spring and summer giving way to golds, rusts and ambers of autumn ever fail to inform me of the bitter cold to come.

I am not a winter person. I doubt I ever was. Sledding, skating, crunchy snow under my feet lose their lustre quickly for me. I love winter best through my window at night, under a full moon that washes the landscape with millions of diamond lights.

Winter does proffer gifts in spite of (or perhaps because of) the isolation it affords. Wondrous scent of fresh-baked bread; comfort soups and stews bubbling in huge pots; fruit crumbles and bread puddings hot from the oven, drizzled with maple syrup or cream - food worthy of a long hibernation.

So it is that this is also the ideal time for reflecting on what's been accomplished, relinquishing what will never be done, and planning for what still waits to be born. It's a time to rededicate myself to hopes, dreams and goals for the future when warmth returns to my world.  Placing colourful candles in brass or crystal holders; burning frankincense, myrrh and other warming incenses; lighting a fire in the hearth can encourage me to reconnect to a deep spirituality.

The short days, long nights and enforced stillness afford all of us the same gifts!

Peace. Love. Harmony.

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