Morning Sessions: The Welcome of Transforming Winds

Personally and in nature, these seasons are where we grow and perhaps slumber to insulate our souls.

There are fallen leaves already. It seems early to me, but the late seasons have seemed unpredictable and erratic. I laugh as I think about how it mirrors my moods these past few months— has it fueled me? Is what emerges partly from the grey and rainy days followed by the hot, sunny, and humid ones?

I suppose our emotions and feelings are like seasons in many ways – good days and bad days. And the ones in between where we can pause and reflect.

Don’t we all face storms of varying intensities and winters of hibernation and discontent, only to blossom in the spring as the earth awakens?

I can’t help but look at the trees and their changing colors and think about the reprieve fall has always bestowed – more relaxed days, spicy warm drinks, earlier evenings, and crisp mornings. The indigo sky that goes on for miles, the way the mountains begin to pepper the landscape as they, too, welcome this rebirth.

I get giddy when I come upon school supplies in the store, even though I’m no longer a student in a classroom but one of life. I remember those feelings of starting again and being one year closer to something. I’m not sure that those feelings ever go away. They are there, but they turn into anticipation of other things.

Or, perhaps, dread too. Things we dislike, things we wish we could change.

Gratitude for the things that matter. And the lightness we feel when we change – for the better.

Isn’t that what our seasons are about anyway?

Personally and in nature, these seasons are where we grow and perhaps slumber to insulate our souls. It’s a manifestation and nurturing – a departure and arrival. And, perhaps for some, a homecoming.

Something happens to me when the cooler weather sets in. It’s my freedom as I layer up to tackle the day. Granted, having earlier evenings takes its toll by winter’s end, but something in those months settles in my soul.

It’s like a warm embrace from a dear friend you haven’t seen in years. You don’t need words because you feel the connection, the love, the honesty of kinship.

Do you know that feeling?

I pause as I look out the window at the dawn of the morning – a hazy sky slowly awakening—a burst of orange peering out above the roof. The birds are quiet this morning, perhaps preparing for their next adventure, too.

Quiet reflection. Purposeful intention. And the transforming winds. It’s all there. Isn’t it? For us to shape and mold. Or not.

It’s all in what you make of it, I suppose.