Hello sweet October: How I’m elated to be with the chill in your air, the letting go of the leaves in your trees, and the quieting after the harvest season before the blanketing of snow.
This is our Waning Time. The thinning of the Veil and the season of remembrance. Like the trees we are to let go and let rest until the next promising bud of Spring.
Things seen and unseen, known and unknown
What is shown and what is hidden
And the medicine of time and readiness.
This October Full Moon has me straining Rose petal tincture and contemplating our cycles of hiding. We are continuously changing, whether we truly notice it or not, and at times these changes bring us into the light while other times we’d rather stay in the shadows. Neither is good or bad but simply the different seasons of our souls.
“HIDING is a way of staying alive. Hiding is a way of holding ourselves until we are ready to come into the light. Hiding is one of the brilliant and virtuoso practices of almost every part of the natural world.
Hiding is underestimated. Hiding done properly is the internal faithful promise for a proper future emergence. What is real is almost always to begin with, hidden, and does not want to be understood by the part of our mind that mistakenly thinks it knows what is happening. What is precious inside us does not care to be known by the mind in ways that diminish its presence.
Hiding is creative, necessary and beautifully subversive of outside interference and control. Hiding leaves life to itself, to become more of itself. Hiding is the radical independence necessary for our emergence into the light of a proper human future.”
Excerpted from “Hiding” in Consolations: The Solace, Nourishment and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words by David Whyte
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Hello October, I’m so excited to see you again….
“Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer’s loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.
Let misty autumn be our part!
The twilight of the year is sweet:
Where shadow and the darkness meet…
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.”
~ Ernest Dowson, Autumnal
It’s no secret that Fall is my favorite season, to me it feels like a kind of New Year. A shift that allows change big and small; that brings new energy after the summer’s heat. This seasonal energy is deep and profound, and every year invites a different understanding of myself as I dig deeper and deeper into the shadows.
“I think of the trees and how simply they let go… learning to lose in order to recover.” ~ May Sarton