And find yourself in a summerwood.
There is a well-used path at your feet.
Follow this path; enjoy the calls of the lark and robin. You see a clearing in the trees up ahead. In it you find a meadow full of summer flowers. There is coolness in the air, a sense of being on the cusp of change.
Autumn is here. You start to notice that the grass is browning beneath your feet and some of the leaves on the trees you just walked past are dying. The night seems to be creeping in sooner then it had before and your senses tell you that its going to be lasting longer from now on. You wrap your cloak around yourselves more tightly as the chill of the evening air has found its way to your skin.
Returning in to the wood to take refuge from the ever-chilling wind you sit beneath a large tree. Looking up you gaze into its changing foliage. Still mostly green, but you see many hints of brown, orange and yellow. Suddenly the tree seems to let go of one of the brown leaves and you watch it tumble through the air and land on the ground before you. Only to be gathered up by the invisible wind a swept out into the meadow.
Autumn is here.
Sometimes autumn seems the hardest season of all. A season of change. A season to take stock of our own personal harvests, and release the things we cannot keep.
These things that we give up… that we let go of… these things that die in the autumns of our lives… are never really dead. They are within us. They are a part of us. They are us – for we are not the same people we were before their coming.
Now is the time to rejoice in the gifts you have been given, and free them to return to their Source with your love and gratitude. Let them ride into the meadow on the backs of the falling leaves…
When you are ready take one long cleansing deep breath and open your eyes.
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