Seasons of Change

I love Fall. One of the main inspirations for my move to the Blue Ridge Mountains was to be closer to the gorgeous display of changing leaves & crisp autumn air that happens here every year.

There has always been something deeply sacred to me about the fall season.

It is a time of change, a time of transition, a time of harvest, a time for letting go of what is old.

Nature is always providing us with rich metaphors for our own changes, mirroring back to us the rhythms of our bodies, our hearts, our life journeys.

In my own life, I’ve experienced the start of fall as a time of refocusing, of renewing my sense of purpose, of letting go of old patterns and habits that are no longer serving that purpose, of watching seeds I planted long ago finally grow to fruition.