Living in the wet Pacific North-West, nothing please me like a sunny summer’s day, for sure. However, when autumn shows up, so does my melancholy, that most sumptuous of emotional states. I start to look within much more, whereas normally I am throwing things around and out and up, launching stuff. This introspection is fuel for my soul.
A good companion to this innervision is the On Being blog, full of thoughtful nuggets.
Parker Palmer shares the beautiful Rilke poem, Autumn.
And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all the other stars in the loneliness.
We’re all falling.
Yes, we are, and it is good to embrace and encourage the fall.
Elsewhere on the blog, Pema Chödrön shares this:
“The best spiritual instruction is when you wake up in the morning and say, ‘I wonder what’s going to happen today.’ And then carry that kind of curiosity through your life.”
Her book When Things Fall Apart…is a seminal work in my own ongoing journey of discovery. I need to dig that one up again this autumn.
I am just very grateful.
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