Fall, an internal busy time of year

Fall is looming. The last vestibules of katydids are singing and the fire flies are long gone. Squirrels are rushing to and fro, gathering and storing and the leaves of a spent summer are falling. Even I can feel a solemn withdrawal within myself. Frost will soon fall on the land.

This is the time of year that I become the observer of myself and the universe. I watch and listen, I piece together insights, connect with my sixth sense and withdraw the facades. The facades melt easily in the presence of fall and winter.

The Chinese call it a Yang time of year. A tightening in, a coagulation of what the fullness of summer spawn.

It’s a time of micro thinking unless you step through the thin veil and allow the macro-ness of the whole of life to come into consciousness for understanding and observation. It is the ‘in-breath’ time of year and it is perfect for is-ing, for discovery, insights, answers and ideas. It’s a play ground for musings, silent meaningful gifts to the self. It is the conception of ideas, thoughts, ponderings that will produce the coming spring’s crop.

It is the time for inward feeling and outward thinking. It is a duality that we experience year after year. It is an opportunity to settle in and get serious about what we want, the steps we are willing to take to get there and the fearlessness with which we are going to accept it.

It is a time to clean emotional cobwebs lurking in the corners of the lofty rafters of our inter emotional and thinking laboratories. A time to count coup with self sabotaging stratums and self defeating mechanics. Time is allowed to sweep the floor and clear it of all remnants of past regressions and present frustrations.

It is filled with moments to shop for the bulbs we want in our coming gardens, to figure out the floor plan of the coming season, to entertain fancies and projections of what we would like to bring into reality, third dimension solidity. Indeed, it is a time to play with ‘what might bes’ and put away thoughts of ‘what was not’ and ‘if onlys’.

So, in these days of gatherings, of musings, of inter contemplation and projections, I wish you well, my world, my universe, my people, my sisters and brothers. Sow it with well-meaning thoughtfulness, think it out, macro-nize it and visualize it into a balance, a centered-ness so that spring can manifest for the goodness of the whole.

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