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Kissing Summer Goodbye… September 24, 2009

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Long Days. Warmth. Light.  It is fading fast. Although the fall has already begun, it still feels a bit like summer. Underneath it though, I feel the strong pull of the darkness. The time to go to the light within. IT is calling in a whisper as it does this time of year. IT is giving cooler nights and wind in the trees. IT is signaling to the animals to prepare…and IT is just beginning to paint the trees. On my silent walk this morning, IT told me to give my kids one more day out in the water…one more day at the lake before the kiss goodbye.  

Reluctantly, I gave in. You see, once we actually start back to school, I get in a pretty solid rhythm. This is a part of every fall for our family-even though we school at home. Not that we ever really get too busy…but, the lazy days of summer slowly transition to the productive days of the fall. When watching the animals, you can see them do this as well. They are so busy-and full of intention, preparing for the season of cold. It is really beautiful to watch. To imitate. And we all imitate it…whether or not we are aware of it…or present for it.

What I love the most is how summer flows…we are busy when it begins, finishing up school, etc…and then we get into this wonderful S-L-O-W groove…then, almost without even noticing, the Harvest time arrives. This creates a smooth transition for us.  We are busy with the Harvest and do not have all of the time-like in mid-summer-to really notice the change. And then Viola! Summer is just a memory. No time to mourn the loss. It is just gone and we must move forward.  

So I am writing in praise of the gift that the summer gave to us this year…and it is the last kiss goodbye to the warmth….we are so blessed…

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I love this…it is from

A Child’s Seasonal Treasury

by Betty Jones:

Brother Wind howls, blowing the leaves from the trees. Father Sun’s warmth and light are subsiding. The world appears to be slipping into the cold promise of winter, and all prepare for the darkness that enfolds the world.  Yet inside each of us sparks the light and warmth of the human spirit. We kindle our light within as winter approaches.

 

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