Gorgeous and so evocative! "The changing colours and waning light reflecting our own inner harvest as we release what no longer serves us, giving way to the sacred circle of letting go to grow." The light and colors took my breath away this morning on my walk, and I feel the gasp in my heart at how fast the trees turn gold and drop their leaves, then it's gone. My mother died on November 11th three years ago, just as the last of the leaves dropped, and so each fall now is even more emotional for me as I feel her in the wind and leaves. We haven't had our first frost yet, here in western Colorado, but it's coming soon. I am still watering my blooming zinnias and petunias on the patio. We're all wanting to linger longer!! Thank you for preparing me for the beauty of what's next.
Thanks Shelly! Autumn will always have a special meaning and connection for you now. Blessing you some kisses from the wind and sweet memories in the dancing leaves. Thanks for being here and for your support. The journey inside is always there, but the cold seems to light the way to it a little more urgently. Big hugs. 🙏❤️
"Naked skin is caught between a warm hug and a chill."
"The warmth releases in waves as I slowly let her go"
Love this piece Jamie. Sensual Sensual Sensual.
Autumn is my favourite season. However I will try to not pine for your current season and will make sure I enjoy the present blossom filled Spring we have here in NZ. Trees filled with perfumed pink and white which I can't help but to bury my head in as I pass by on my morning runs. 😊🙏
Thanks Jo. It’s definitely an intimacy with something bigger than ourselves. Thanks for being here. Enjoy the smells and tastes of spring. Another big frost here today and I’m leaning into the trees myself as they are letting go and releasing into their own surrender on their own journey inside. I’m bearing witness. Sometimes on my knees in awe. 🙏❤️
Thought in thought, Jamie, I had autumn on my mind this morning! Lately, I've been thinking more and more about the role of the seasons and how, as part of nature, we integrate them, how we can honor them, how we can transform within ourselves what we plant and then harvest in the summer and autumn.
And with the winter's approach, everything seems to stand still, but it's the period that decides how spring will be—everything is cyclical with a reason.
I 'feel' autumn the most out of all the seasons, maybe because I am an human autumn, and I think it has something to do with the uniqueness of our personalities, with our internal resonance and the way our gifts go out into the world.
Such a beautiful poem, I'm glad you released it into the world! Thank you!
The seasons! Another sacred circle. Widening. Another harvest sailing on rivers of wrinkles. Wisdom? Transformation beckons. Yes we are in our own October of life as well. What will we harvest? A story has a beginning. A poem just begins. Thank you Katerina for feeling into the seasons and pausing in autumn awe. Thanks for your support. We write on 🙏❤️
Oh, those wild manes of tempest! They've been storming across Lusitania too, along with thrashings of rain, threatening harvests, and water dripping through the cracks of roofs...
Stunning writing. You capture the stormy arrival of this year's autumnal season with the skill of a horseman lassoing unbroken (s)words.
The (s)word of September has broken. October always is bittersweet. So amazingly beautiful, yet beckoning a premonition to bundle up. Hunker down. Get ready for the mystery. We never know what winter will arrive. When? How? I drink into this October wine of colour as a communion. A deeper knowing whispering that another gravity wants to inquire about the poetry of my testimony. Thanks for Being-Here 🙏❤️
Your opening paragraph is a poem in itself … l love all the seasons. Thank you for reminding me why l love Autumn. A beautiful Spring is emerging here, she wants to hang onto the odd frost, even this late … the fledglings are building their confidence whilst their parents scout and forage … and Spring runs into my favourite season … so all good at this end of the planet. Bless you too and thank you for the gift of your writing 🙏🧚♀️🌼
There is a fierceness to your poem that I love, all those strong word punches. As I sit here and think about what you have written, it does completely capture fall. The transitions to other seasons feel more soft and gentle, whereas in fall, it feels like it grabs you unexpectedly and unprepared, as well. I would venture to guess that has something to do with the ideas of letting go of what needs to be released. Sometimes we are clinging a little too tightly to those things, hence the need for some stronger background. Thanks for sharing this one! Absolutely beautiful. XO
Thanks so much Danielle! Sometimes it comes down on us like a hawk! I love Autumn yet the calling Winter seems to demand so much internally and externally. The call of survival dances with the tickle of age. Blessings 🙏❤️
This is perfect timing, Jamie. This week I noticed the leaves beginning to change and the air has cooled significantly. Happy October to you, thank you for the beautiful autumn post!
... for some reason I thought of Wim Hof at this point ... I have a constantly wandering mind ... but the seasons always bring you up sharp ... and you have to go with them.
I’ve played around with that Wim Hof autonomic nervous system icing for clarity with some success lol. It’s definitely a falling upwards! The seasons always bring us, an ending or is it a beginning? Are they both the same thing? Bless you for a living into the questions with me Josh! 🙏❤️
I did not know of Wim Hof ... >20 years ago did try some biofeedback / breathing / heart rate variability, balance of para & sympathetic system, seemed to work ... but had its oddities and extravagant claims.
Just listened to interesting podcast Nate Hagens and guest Bill Plotkin from Animas. Makes good noises ... poetry in particular ... but do you know anyone who has actually gone in deep? I always have my doubts ... smile
I love Plotkin. Send me that podcast info. Seems to be more and more evidence for breathing. The cold I’m not so sure. One day at a time. Presence. Yes to poetry. 🙏❤️
Whatever can survicve the century, save whay we can ... stay human ... starts with a poem by David White.
Would have experiential / ecology in every primary school when asked to wave Nate's magic wand. Finds 'movements' here and there ... yes I have noticed these myself ... young relatives in Wales as well as online et al.
First time I met this guy and reference to his team ... anybody read the book or even gone for a course?
Thanks for this beautiful article. I can totally relate to the resistance, wanting to stay warm under the warm covers. Although autumn bears a beauty for me that no other seasons has. For me, autumn is incredibly poetic and inspiring as well. ❤️
Thanks Sadhbh! Its definitely hard to leave the bed yet another gravity makes me move the older and wiser I get. The colours are definitely a painting of soul 🌈🙏❤️. Thanks for being here.
Thanks @Geraldine A. V. Hughes for the restack 🙏❤️
Gorgeous and so evocative! "The changing colours and waning light reflecting our own inner harvest as we release what no longer serves us, giving way to the sacred circle of letting go to grow." The light and colors took my breath away this morning on my walk, and I feel the gasp in my heart at how fast the trees turn gold and drop their leaves, then it's gone. My mother died on November 11th three years ago, just as the last of the leaves dropped, and so each fall now is even more emotional for me as I feel her in the wind and leaves. We haven't had our first frost yet, here in western Colorado, but it's coming soon. I am still watering my blooming zinnias and petunias on the patio. We're all wanting to linger longer!! Thank you for preparing me for the beauty of what's next.
Thanks Shelly! Autumn will always have a special meaning and connection for you now. Blessing you some kisses from the wind and sweet memories in the dancing leaves. Thanks for being here and for your support. The journey inside is always there, but the cold seems to light the way to it a little more urgently. Big hugs. 🙏❤️
Thank you so much! :)
"Naked skin is caught between a warm hug and a chill."
"The warmth releases in waves as I slowly let her go"
Love this piece Jamie. Sensual Sensual Sensual.
Autumn is my favourite season. However I will try to not pine for your current season and will make sure I enjoy the present blossom filled Spring we have here in NZ. Trees filled with perfumed pink and white which I can't help but to bury my head in as I pass by on my morning runs. 😊🙏
Thanks Jo. It’s definitely an intimacy with something bigger than ourselves. Thanks for being here. Enjoy the smells and tastes of spring. Another big frost here today and I’m leaning into the trees myself as they are letting go and releasing into their own surrender on their own journey inside. I’m bearing witness. Sometimes on my knees in awe. 🙏❤️
Beautiful Jamie. I can just catch the scent of those trees on the breeze. 😊
And that perfumed pink and white always leaves a memory here. Blessings 🙏❤️
Oh, so many beautiful words together!
Thought in thought, Jamie, I had autumn on my mind this morning! Lately, I've been thinking more and more about the role of the seasons and how, as part of nature, we integrate them, how we can honor them, how we can transform within ourselves what we plant and then harvest in the summer and autumn.
And with the winter's approach, everything seems to stand still, but it's the period that decides how spring will be—everything is cyclical with a reason.
I 'feel' autumn the most out of all the seasons, maybe because I am an human autumn, and I think it has something to do with the uniqueness of our personalities, with our internal resonance and the way our gifts go out into the world.
Such a beautiful poem, I'm glad you released it into the world! Thank you!
Wishing you a beautiful trans-poem-formation!
The seasons! Another sacred circle. Widening. Another harvest sailing on rivers of wrinkles. Wisdom? Transformation beckons. Yes we are in our own October of life as well. What will we harvest? A story has a beginning. A poem just begins. Thank you Katerina for feeling into the seasons and pausing in autumn awe. Thanks for your support. We write on 🙏❤️
Beautiful Katerina, and elegantly written and wise, G
Oh, those wild manes of tempest! They've been storming across Lusitania too, along with thrashings of rain, threatening harvests, and water dripping through the cracks of roofs...
Stunning writing. You capture the stormy arrival of this year's autumnal season with the skill of a horseman lassoing unbroken (s)words.
The (s)word of September has broken. October always is bittersweet. So amazingly beautiful, yet beckoning a premonition to bundle up. Hunker down. Get ready for the mystery. We never know what winter will arrive. When? How? I drink into this October wine of colour as a communion. A deeper knowing whispering that another gravity wants to inquire about the poetry of my testimony. Thanks for Being-Here 🙏❤️
Deeply beautiful and evocative Jamie … wow 💜😊
Thanks so much, Simone. Bless you a beautiful spring in the south! 🙏❤️
Your opening paragraph is a poem in itself … l love all the seasons. Thank you for reminding me why l love Autumn. A beautiful Spring is emerging here, she wants to hang onto the odd frost, even this late … the fledglings are building their confidence whilst their parents scout and forage … and Spring runs into my favourite season … so all good at this end of the planet. Bless you too and thank you for the gift of your writing 🙏🧚♀️🌼
Thank you Simone. That frost will decide to stay up here for five months soon lol. Enjoy the flowers and the new beginnings. 🙏❤️
There is a fierceness to your poem that I love, all those strong word punches. As I sit here and think about what you have written, it does completely capture fall. The transitions to other seasons feel more soft and gentle, whereas in fall, it feels like it grabs you unexpectedly and unprepared, as well. I would venture to guess that has something to do with the ideas of letting go of what needs to be released. Sometimes we are clinging a little too tightly to those things, hence the need for some stronger background. Thanks for sharing this one! Absolutely beautiful. XO
Thanks so much Danielle! Sometimes it comes down on us like a hawk! I love Autumn yet the calling Winter seems to demand so much internally and externally. The call of survival dances with the tickle of age. Blessings 🙏❤️
A way among trees to be sure ... the larger artist arranged your path.
Thank you Philip! That larger artist is one hell of a good painter. Blessings 🙏❤️
This is perfect timing, Jamie. This week I noticed the leaves beginning to change and the air has cooled significantly. Happy October to you, thank you for the beautiful autumn post!
Thanks Jenn. Looking forward to all the colors. In nature, and on canvas. 🙏❤️
Me too! Have a beautiful weekend ❤️
Potent, Jamie. As potent as the
hunters eye, pretty tight!
Happy Autumn trails, Geraldine
Blessings Queen of Soul. Looks like autumn is a poetic muse for us all. Thank you! 🙏❤️
"With no choice but to concede
I throw off the covers
Fall- into the cold"
... for some reason I thought of Wim Hof at this point ... I have a constantly wandering mind ... but the seasons always bring you up sharp ... and you have to go with them.
I’ve played around with that Wim Hof autonomic nervous system icing for clarity with some success lol. It’s definitely a falling upwards! The seasons always bring us, an ending or is it a beginning? Are they both the same thing? Bless you for a living into the questions with me Josh! 🙏❤️
I did not know of Wim Hof ... >20 years ago did try some biofeedback / breathing / heart rate variability, balance of para & sympathetic system, seemed to work ... but had its oddities and extravagant claims.
Just listened to interesting podcast Nate Hagens and guest Bill Plotkin from Animas. Makes good noises ... poetry in particular ... but do you know anyone who has actually gone in deep? I always have my doubts ... smile
I love Plotkin. Send me that podcast info. Seems to be more and more evidence for breathing. The cold I’m not so sure. One day at a time. Presence. Yes to poetry. 🙏❤️
https://natehagens.substack.com/p/ecological-awakening-a-path-toward
Whatever can survicve the century, save whay we can ... stay human ... starts with a poem by David White.
Would have experiential / ecology in every primary school when asked to wave Nate's magic wand. Finds 'movements' here and there ... yes I have noticed these myself ... young relatives in Wales as well as online et al.
First time I met this guy and reference to his team ... anybody read the book or even gone for a course?
https://www.animas.org/wp-content/uploads/Intro-to-ESDW-for-Animas-website.pdf
You make autumn even more beautiful with your descriptive, captivating words 🧡🍁
Thank you so much Grace! Enjoy the changes. Thanks for reaching out. 🙏❤️
Looking forward to the vibrant reds, yellows of Autumn. Love the transitions new seasons. Nature has her ways; her knowledge is ancient and wise.
The great migration! Thank you so much Perry for all of your support. Enjoy the colors. 🙏❤️
Thanks for this beautiful article. I can totally relate to the resistance, wanting to stay warm under the warm covers. Although autumn bears a beauty for me that no other seasons has. For me, autumn is incredibly poetic and inspiring as well. ❤️
Thanks Sadhbh! Its definitely hard to leave the bed yet another gravity makes me move the older and wiser I get. The colours are definitely a painting of soul 🌈🙏❤️. Thanks for being here.