Stepping Into

"There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood ...

Touch of manner, hint of mood; and my heart is like a rhyme,

With the yellow and the purple and crimson keeping time."

Bliss Carman

In the winter, I yearn for creative expression to be experienced in various ways.  In the spring, I feel excited about new growth and the freshness of the outdoors.  Then as summer follows, it seems to lengthen time, extend concentrated heat, and spark electricity in the air.

Autumn gently lowers a cloak of radiant color and slows time into a lullaby.  It triggers endless change and yet it is a soothing motion.  Unlike the  heaviness of winter, autumn stretches the sense of connection.  We are enveloped by a sense of tranquility.

It is during this season I deeply experience a sense of peace and well being.  In the midst of a forest, small animals scatter, the wings of birds flap in the breeze, and a gentle trickle of water  rushes over rocks in the stream.  It is in this space that I perhaps open my heart the widest and step into being one.