I love the fall season. It’s always been my favorite time of the year-in the Northern Hemisphere anyway; it’s the time from the September equinox to the December solstice.
Sweaters, hot drinks, blue skies, writing, photographing, kissing and reading. Ahhhh.
The fall is rich and ripe with the symbolism of change.
And not just for artist-poet types, like myself, but also for the less metrically-inclined as well.
The inescapability of change, falling in love, during this reshaping, resizing, and refashioning season, is always right before our very eyes. Become the leaves you see.
Growing up in the forests of the North, I was thankfully treated to, my whole life, during the fall season, to a symphony of color from Sugar Maples and Red Oaks
Note: while less colorful and transformative, I was also pretty partial to birch and the eastern white-pine 🙂
Even to this day, during this time of year, as the leaves gently fall to the ground, I have this deep, inner urge to fall and change with them. I’m falling in love.
To morph. Die to self. Release. Decompose. Transform into another. Say goodbye to the old and hello to the new.
The changing nature of life is frightening and fueling, nerve-wracking, and inspiring.
Maybe it’s time for you to change, along with the trees, temperature, color? It’s time for me.
As I watch the squirrels gather and store winter foods, I want to hunt and gather too. Maybe even create some cozy and comfortable hibernation spaces of my own.
For me, the fall is always about letting go. Not so much in a morbid or morose manner, but cleaning out your closet for new stuff, new experiences, new romances, new challenges, new dreams.
There is stuff in my life I want to now let go of. It’s time. It’s the season to fall in love-with myself, others, my home, my family, my friends, my business, my purpose in life.
Will you accept the challenge to recast and remold a new you?
Life is precious. Don’t waste time on what doesn’t return to you in equal measure.
Fall in love.
Click,
Jack
