We are now well into the autumn season in the Northern Hemisphere. I hope you’ve been enjoying the shifts in energy, color and temperatures. Where I live the crickets still sing at night. We know, though, that this will change.
It was recently my birthday. My mother gave me a card that included these words by May Sarton:
“I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal and sleep… Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.”
On the autumnal equinox, as I always do, I picked a ‘Fairy of the Season.’ ‘The Fairy of Let This Be the Magic’ arrived in his purple suit.
