Transition to fall

A time to turning inwards,

I stood in the parking lot today as I arrived to work. The wind whipped through, swirling dead leaves around my ankles. A sign of impending fall. Breathing deeply, tuning into my body before stepping into the office I took in my surroundings. I noticed the bright yellow sunflowers that greet you as you enter through our wooden fence, a sign of late summer. A time of transition indeed.

Summer brings with it a kind of chaotic nature; amalgamating busy schedules with friends and family, filling up weekends, tending the garden, squeezing every last drop out of the sun-filled days. Sitting around a small fire this week, a new friend remarked that fall was ‘definitely her season.’ I like this reflection, this awareness that there are times of the year that we can step into ourselves -perhaps finding comfort in coming closer to our idea of who we truly are. What qualities might these be?