The moon is at her full, and riding high,
Floods the calm fields with light.
The airs that hover in the summer sky
Are all asleep tonight.
Fields with light… summer air all asleep.
It is a transition time. During my afternoon walks I have noticed the shadows growing long – a reminder that the earth is shifting. The Summer sun’s heat is cooling. The leaves are proud to show their beauty as they dry and fall away from their charge, no longer needed to shade sidewalks and yards.
Transition time- moments suspended as what-has-been departs and what-will-be has not yet arrived. All of creation knows this stretch. Even though this is a part of nature’s way, brave work is required.
There is a time of Fall for each of us. A time of transition- when who we are begins to stretch toward a new ‘becoming’. It is work. A time of letting go and trusting that our growth will come from the rich soil of our foundation.
Fall is the season of in-between. May your’s be filled with gratitude and wonder.
Quote- William C. Bryant
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