It’s a sweltering summer day - hot as hell - but suddenly, I can feel fall coming. It’s buried deep below the heat. I feel the shift to the season that has the most profound effect on me. It’s a flash and in that moment, on every level, most pronounced, on a physical level, I can feel the first subtle changes inside the movement of time.
Fall is my season. That time of renewal. For many, spring speaks of renewal and rebirth, but for me, fall is that time of moving inward. Summer has us opening outward. Minimal clothing with moist damp skin glistening and breathing in the beauty of summer, hot weather, time in the outdoors, and the place where we give ourselves permission to slow down. Summer’s gifts are external. Sights, sounds, smells - a tactile time.
Even now, in the heat of the last days of July, I can feel the call of fall underneath it all. It’s not impatient, nor does it take attention away from presence - no projections into the future - no kidnapping of the dog days. What calls me, is a deepening sense of the internal movement to go inside, to the hallowed space at another level of being. I don’t long for fall, but I savor the moment when my awareness heightens as it nears. I hear the whisper of fall’s voice.
I am more primal than I would have once believed - tuned into the energies of the seasons and and the earth. As I get older, there is a powerful alignment with the natural world; a vibration straight to my body and soul that sweeps me along with elemental ancient rhythms and cycles.