There was a doubtless sincerity to the blue wash of the sky today – accented gently with sable, badger, hog-hair clouds; wisps of the mother’s eternal paintbrush. Today the wind smoothly outfitted the valleys and roads where no hills jutted, and in town it coyly began to disturb the branches of the trees. I could see leaves quivering in question today – to jump or not to jump: this is the autumn’s measured arrival. It’s a passive and quiet entrance, allowing the summer to dissolve in patience and respect. She is the great season of heat and growth – for months we were able to feast within the cozy of her womb. She enabled us, helped us germinate, allowed us to propagate, and in unity we flourished. Any hastiness we exhibited she automatically humbled.
We soaked the roots and fortified the dirt. We opened our lungs and inhaled the scent of water. We calculated weather patterns with superstitions and logic. We were (really) gracious to our logic and doubled (tripled) our superstitions. Many conversations were had with the sky, and many more were had with the ground. A third type of conversation was held with people. Many we knew, some we loved, and then an infinity of strangers to coax our souls. What held the most relevance was the spread of good vibration – to gift the opportunity to cultivate optimistic and intelligent choices. Gravity’s center is where you begin it – and you don’t need a lot of space to locate nirvana. When one grows: it’s for one’s self, for one’s neighbor, for our earth, and for overall health.
We watched the roots run deep, held our breaths, sighed loudly. Nothing went to waste. It was a season of affirmations. Instead of searching for the truth we greeted one another face to face. Failures were accepted and embedded, and every waking moment was a rolling triumph into the next.
Now as summer steadies herself into gradual slumber we can look at our hands and caress the calluses. We can count the lines and draw conclusions. We can circle calendar days and dog-ear observations. We can momentarily relax, but delight in the solitary truth that the garden is perpetual. A quiet delirium kisses our temples – but this is the absolution and realization of the first wave of goals. To blossom our tiny accomplishments and save their seeds for the next bloom. To receive from the universe what we put into it. To enlighten and inspire. To leave nobody behind and to gather community. To base a life on the concentration of positivity. To feed our physicality with intention and poise. To nourish the soul and calm the ego. To bind both harmoniously within our bodies. The steps are organic, and the choice eternal.
I like the temperature change.