Seasonal Change
When the seasons change, I notice a change in me as well. I may not shed leaves, but I shed other things. I shed others assumption of me. I shed others goals for me, and most importantly I shed beliefs others had for me. They believed I was A when in fact I am W. This seems to be, for me at lease, a season of personal change and shedding.
With each season we decorate. We wear warmer clothes. We light candles, but I also notice that I am letting things other people say to me go without so much as a flick of a finger. I am changing how I look at others. I am leaving my judgements on the floor. I am also shutting up and listening more.
This season is the season of cozy, but also the season of dying. The leaves change colors because they are dying and will soon float down to the forest floor. I too and feeling cozy and letting the weight of others opinions fall to the floor. I am a firm believe that other people’s opinions of me, do not concern me. I am dropping what they think of me, and picking up how I want to be. I am a work in progress. I am growing and changing within this season. I am a tree branching out, seeking my truth, seeking to claim who I truly am at the root of me.
Seasons change, so must I. I need to stretch my branches to learn new things. This is the season where I challenge myself to learn something new. This is the season of growth and change. This is the season I re read some classics, but also learned a new medium like pottery. Pottery seems like a fall hobby to learn to me. Sitting with my hands in the clay as I learn how to spin the wheel and actually make something useful.
As I move into and through this season, both mentally and psychically, I am changing. My mind goes to dark nights and candle light. I reflect back on the brightness of Summer. I cling to the promise of spring. I start hiking more outside in the cooler air. I do fires in the fire pit which bring me such joy to sit and just watch the flames. I also sit outside in my swing more and contemplate bringing some art out to do outside. And of course I think of making s’mores.
I change with the seasons, but I like to think I grow with them as well. I let the them wash over me and cleanse my mind clean. I let all of the old habits pass, I let go of all that did not serve. I strive forward in Autumn with my heart filled by the gold on the trees, and at the end of the day I am filled with hope and promise of what this change within myself is going to be, but I must remain open to it until the last leaf falls, mentally and physically. This is my season of change.
