The Deep Breath of Autumn

The bright half of the year has fallen away. Summer’s green abundance has turned to mulch and memory.

Now the land exhales, its pulse spiralling inward, its breath sinking into soil.

And we, too, are asked to turn inward.

To follow the roots into the deep, toward the wordless places within, where the old songs hum in the dark and the seeds of new life dream themselves awake.

This is the true beginning.

Not the golden uprising of spring,

but the quiet beginning, the one that stirs beneath everything, in the dark where life is made.

This is a time to not only descend into our own soul, but to look back at the soil we have come from, the soil of our ancestors, the stories and compost they left behind, and the lessons we can learn from their lives.

It is time to honour all that lies in the darkness, and sing the songs of roots, bones, and seeds.

To remember that descent is not an ending, but the way all life begins again.