October 1. If I was a resolution maker, I’d be making some resolutions, because for me this is the beginning of the year. I used to think it was because I’ve been on a school calendar for most of my life, but after years of gardening and listening, I now know it has more to do with the fact, that I’m tuned into cycles. The circles and the coming and goings of seeds and seasons.
As I was driving down the road last week, over about a 10 mile section of road, I saw three different sets of vultures circling. A reminder to set my eyes on the circle of life. Leaves are starting to fall, the garden is a bit of mess in the loveliest of ways. Alive with migrating butterflies and seed pods and deadheads that are feeding the birds now and falling to the ground for next year.
New things are beginning. Odd to be so aware of them when everything seems brown and tired. But the crisp air, fresh apples and pumpkin candles smell like Hope. And my orange sweater with the big brown button is my party attire.
I’ve been painting pages and cleansing spaces in preparation for the soul work ahead. I’m not really a resolution maker. Resolutions feel too much like the performance-for-affirmation hoops I’ve stepped away from. I am however an intention setter. These are my intentions for this next season:
I wish to begin with courage, reverence and authenticity and with eyes, arms and heart wide open. In this season, I choose to honor individual story, approach and timing as I trust the Holy Spirit to reveal Path, plumb depths and clarify Voice. Bendiciones.