Summer is coming to an end. The chill is already in the air and summer clothes are no longer warm enough. The garden looks sad as I sit in bright, intermittant sunshine. When a season is ending you just have to accept it! It’s pretty much the last day of this summer and autumn beckons.
It’s always sad to say goodbye to balmy summer days, holidays and lazy afternoons. It’s beautifully quiet in our road all summer long when the schools are out. But despite shrinking back from imposed routine and the winter cold and darkness, I am hopeful. I love new beginnings and I love dates and numbers. The first day of the ninth month feels like an auspicious day for coming out into the open, giving birth to all that has been gestating and stirring inside over the past long months. The season change is at the door… it’s time to take a leap of faith!
Giving birth is a painful business, but when the time comes there is no more waiting: suddenly everything changes. The embryonic form reaches maturity and must appear in public and be seen for what it is! That’s the scary part, the vulnerable part. But how will anyone hear if I don’t raise my voice? And I have so much to SAY!