As we transition to a new season, I look to the trees for wisdom and guidance.
They must now begin to transition out of their green-leafed
stage and into the radiant colors of fall foliage, before losing their leaves
altogether in the weeks ahead.
Like most drastic changes, I am sure the trees wish it could
go just a bit slower, letting the transition happen over months, not weeks.
I imagine the grandmother tree, 90 years wise, trunk wrinkled
with life wisdom in every crevice, begging Life to turn down the speed of the
transition just a bit.
Life answers, gently and lovingly, “Dear, it is not your
timeline on which things happen around here. Let go and let me guide you out of the
summer and into your next chapter.”
Taking that in, let’s write together today.
First, imagine a tree or group of trees that you have shared
Life with. Maybe an old oak that was your playground in your grandparents back
yard. Maybe a Cottonwood on your street whose bright yellows have started to
greet you in these last weeks.
Breathe in the energy, the essence of that tree as it shows
us the way of transition. Out of the summer green. Into the fall
colors and losing of leaves.
Now, it is your turn to write on your transition. Envision
sitting at the tree’s base, your back resting on its trunk.
What are you transitioning out of at this moment?
What are you transitioning into?
A few lines that arise for me:
Out of…
Out of despair
Out of picking fruit before it has time to ripen, sweeten
and mature.
Out of my own head
Out of forgetting gratitude as I rush out the door for the day
Out of holding onto yesterday + worrying about tomorrow
Into…
Into Love’s warmth and Life’s embrace
Into spaces that radiate the glow of Life’s Beauty
Into writing more and worrying less
Into slowing down and praying up
Into healing of others
Into receiving healing energy from Life, from others
Have fun writing your Out of/Into piece today!
Share it with
a few people and with your tree once finished.
Out of the Mother the trees grows,
ReplyDeleteInto the the earth the roots extend.
Its branches reach to the heavens like synapses, feeling, sensing, absorbing.
Out of the Loving heart of the Mother and into the ether of Creation it reaches completing the circle of Life. S/T
Out of the ground, into the sky.
ReplyDeleteOut of the forest, into the canyon.
Out of the warmth, into the cold.
Out of my body, into the air.
Out of my mind, into my heart.
Out of the 505, home of 42 years and birth place of my Spiritual journey.
ReplyDeleteInto Chicago, place of my birth and my political journey.
Out of the thoughts of love.
Into the practice of love.
Out of questioning.
Into acceptance.
We are One.
On a tiny blue marble,
called earth. 🌍
A'se