Another summer ends as autumn begins today. The leaves remind us that fall is about letting go of that which no longer serves us. In a guided meditation as part of a ritual yesterday, I discovered I’m ready to let go of rejecting myself, feeling inadequate for success, and my attachment to results from my efforts.
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I encourage you to use the energy of seasonal change to create your own ritual of letting go. Then you can more easily embrace that which is manifesting in your life as we enter this time of harvest, the beauty of soft light and golden colors. In honor of autumn, I release summer.
Summer Heads South
Feeling like a clock wound tightly,
I stop to unwind.
Shoulder and belly muscles relax
as I respond to the spiraling down
of letting go.
Mind slows to drink in the moment.
The after buzz of being on the run
competes with refrigerator hum.
Hummingbird chatter and tree’s graceful sway
remind me to surrender like butter to sun,
as August slips into September.
Grasses dried by blazing heat
Roll under wind’s fondling touch.
Brittle leaves tumble and crackle
along the dirt driveway.
A gust works hard at clothes on the line,
making shirts flap as if waving goodbye
to summer’s warmth.
Leaves fall into fields of golden flowers,
like fall coming down too soon,
always too soon,
no matter how I long
for cool reprieve from sweltering days.
Summer is almost gone
and my heart aches at the loss
of silky water swims, warm sand on bare legs,
bouncing inner tubes
and balmy cricket nights,
sleeping under the stars
and picnics by the creek.
I say goodbye as summer packs her bags
and heads south.
“Don’t forget the mosquitoes
and meat bees,” I call after her,
then add, “I’ll look for you in June!”
She turns and holds up a satchel
filled with swarming bugs.
I smile at that, but then she breaks my heart
with the warmth of her sunny eyes.
I linger to watch her go
before I attend to the chore
of closing out autumn’s chill.
©2004 Star Kissed Shadows, Divining Poetry, by Sher Lianne Christian