seasonal change

Despite her beauty, fall still makes me nervous. ⠀

I’m a summer person. Seeing the light recede earlier into shadows and the temperature drop daily brings a measure of unease to my inner world. ⠀

The longer nights closing in on evening activities. The surprising bite of cold... despite all the warning signs. ⠀

There’s a wresting match that happens in me almost every year between denial of the season and surrender to it. ⠀

They say this is the season of grief and indeed we are called to remember that which has passed. This is a place in us we might rather avoid, even though curling up softly with it is just the thing it needs to take the edge off. So I make it a practice to remind myself that I am not same as I was that season when the dark wrapped me up too tightly. I have more sturdy firewood in my inner hearth fire and warmth becomes a practice of putting on the kettle, baking muffins to share, and remembering to bring a match to that little-light-of-mine everyday.