Autumn is ready to settle into the bones of winter, yet clusters of leaves still cling to their branches. Their color has all but faded, the nutrients once offered now long gone. But, they continue to resist their stranglehold on what's familiar, however disserving it may now be.
Grandmother Spirit knows their fear and acknowledges their confusion in this struggle. She sings the song of Winter, beckoning each to surrender itself to the great wind dance and to trust in her--that their weary minds and bodies will find peace on the release, they only need to have the courage to let go.
As I stroll through my neighborhood during a mid-day walk, I pass one of my neighbors scurrying about in his yard, fighting against the many gifts of Fall. As the wind howls, it scatters his neatly raked leaf piles, blanketing them back over the vast expanse of his front yard. He bellows at having all of his hard work undone, and I can't help but laugh at his tortured expression. Clearly, he feels that the elements aren't in support of his quest for a beautiful summer lawn. However, from my perspective, he is actually in receipt of a great helper. In the teachings of my childhood, autumn leaves were a protective barrier for the grass against the cruelty of winter. The healthiest lawns in the summer were the ones naturally mulched by the trees in the fall.
I roll up the collar of my jacket and place my gloved hands over my heart. It has been a very challenging year for me filled with lessons that brought great heartache but facilitated tremendous growth. Had I learned to slow down in between it all, seeing the gift in the mess instead of being so focused on its clean-up, perhaps it could have been a little bit easier and my health a little less challenged. Like my neighbor, I had focused intentions and expected to retain control to see those plans through. When the universe tried to help me and show me a different way, I chose to ignore it instead of yielding to the changes and having the patience to let the process happen as it wanted. There is no greater gift than patience, except perhaps a cool wind on an autumn's day.
You are not what you seek.
You are worth more than what you ask for.
Barriers and obstructions in truth continue to be removed but take heart
for Rest is set to come.
/ Jamie Homeister