I have experienced a spiritual reset these days following the Autumn Equinox. Call me superstitious, but I really believe that this time of year was made especially for me. I've always felt a strong connection to my name (my matriarch of a grandmother on my mother's side named me, I have my father's family surname). Ancestors wrote that our names help bring forth our destiny; I always wonder how my grandmother knew that I needed this time of year to let nature bathe me in gratitude and colorful orchestras of plant life. How did she know that I needed a season of shedding people, thoughts, and habits that no longer serve my soul all to myself? Even then she saw in my almond shaped eyes an illuminated future that life's trials would try to dim. The bite of the fall breeze may mellow some, but this time of year makes me feel more present and purposeful than I do in any other season.
Seven autumns ago, on my twentieth birthday, one of my dearest girlfriends wrote eloquently on folded gold-trimmed card stock:
Autumn
the time of year when everything bursts with it's last beauty,
as if nature had been saving up for the grand finale.
I still have the card hanging in my room on a wall of lifelong memoirs that mean the world to me, including pictures of my grandmother, my spiritual mothers, my mother, my aunts, my sisters, my artwork and my crystals. They are a gentle but profound reminder that I am who I need to be and where I need to be. Falling in love with myself will guide me to do what I was made to do in this lifetime.
Enjoy previous #WRITESIS entries as we transition into the year's grand finale!
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