And Thus, The Wheel Turns Again

Fall always speak to me of the new year--I can't quite get myself to believe the January date. Silly Romans and their non-intuitive calendar.

Many cultures past and present celebrate a time during autumn as the new year. This has always felt more "right."

This week is the autumnal equinox, or Mabon, or first day of Fall. Whatever you call it, it is one of the two times per year when day and night are equal length. In the neo-Pagan tradition, it is the second of the harvest festivals.

The Fall is compelling. It is a time of bounty and many new beginnings; it is also a time of slow deaths.

What will you begin? What will you offer to the bonfire of change? What is presently in your life--physically or metaphorically--that no longer serves your best interests? What do you need to shed in order to nurture your highest good?

These are the questions I ask myself this time every year. It is a scary time in many ways.

Autumn is

Autumn Is

Autumn is
Cinnamon; spicy and bittersweet

It is
Burnt Umber, and harvest gold

It feels
Tired, and restless
And ready for slumber


Autumn is
Wood Smoke and warm sweaters

It is
Leaf piles, and school buses

It demands
Re-assessment, turning inwards;
Curling up


Autumn is
Closure; and new beginnings;
It is the fire of your Spirit
It is water that sustains you
Autumn is remembrance;
And planning,
And seeding,
And feeling,
Believing…

Autumn is
Centering yourself

It is
Possibility, and promise

It demands movement
To center of the spiral


Autumn is within you
Embrace it

~SRA