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Turn, Turn, Turn


I find myself reflecting as the seasons turn once again. These natural markers of the Earth’s rotation, of the cycles of our planet, come around over and over, like familiar street signs.

Are we ever the same as we pass onto our home street at the end of each day? Truly, no. The same applies as summer wanes, and leaves begin to fall. We may pull out the same blankets and hoodies, we may buy the usual harvest décor of mums and pumpkins….but we are different than the last time we went through these routines, or rather, as I see them, rituals.

If we come to see the sacred in all things, then our daily repetitive actions… from brushing our teeth to driving home…they become rituals we can pour some spirit into.

It may seem easier to do this with seasonal shifts, as we dust off the bin labeled “fall” from the basement, as it seems a bigger marker of time than the twice daily teeth brushing. However, if we start with the big stuff, we can begin to make space for this awareness in the beautifully mundane that our lives are made up of.

I mean, really, next time you’re at the sink…think about how truly great it feels to scrub those pearly whites clean! And, while you’re at it, perhaps pausing for a moment to give thanks for access the clean water that allows you to do so.

So as we enjoy this first full day of Autumn, where can you infuse the sacred? Maybe with setting intentions for the season as you set the pumpkins and gourds on the porch? Then, every time you come home, they can be a visual reminder to check in with that intention. Maybe with gratitude for the food we are abundantly harvesting right now? Then as you eat, you can truly feel a difference as you identify which foods are genuinely nourishing for your mind and body.

For some, it’s more bitter than sweet to let go of summer…for others, you’ve been counting the days for this, your favorite season. Wherever you find yourself on that spectrum, take a moment and just be grateful for this amazing, spinning ball of life that we call Earth. She is our home and the common Mother of us all. Feel your connection to her, and to all other living beings.

Allow yourself some grace as you adjust to her turns; speak to her, ask her what she needs as she spins around and gives us so very much. Listen to the changes around you. Feel them. See what you notice if you pause for just a moment more than usual.

I leave you with lovely words of Pete Seeger, and I’m sure for most, imagining the sounds of The Byrds singing. Here’s hoping we can all find peace in changing times. Here’s hoping we can swim in the always ebbing and flowing tides of our dear Earth with courage and grace.

“To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time to every purpose, under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time to every purpose, under heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down A time to dance, a time to mourn A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time to every purpose, under heaven

A time of love, a time of hate A time of war, a time of peace A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time to every purpose, under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose A time to rend, a time to sew A time for love, a time for hate A time for peace, I swear it's not too late

Personal PS:

I write this post in honor of my dear Grandmother. She passed just over a year ago, and so now I’ve gone through the full 4 seasons without her.

She was the constant in our lives as a larger family unit, and we have all had to do some adjusting to the “new normal” in our group dynamic. Change, as always, the only constant. We are without a singular matriarch. It has shifted the weight of feminine energy in profound ways.

The Bible verse, Ecclesiastes 3, is where the song “Turn, turn, turn” originated. This verse has always been one of my favorites, and it was read at my Grandmother’s funeral. All the more reason I think of her today as I start my first full year without her.

One love, and Autumn blessings!

Beth

#Autumn #Fall #Grandmothers #Change #Family #Ritual #Nature

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