The scenery and landscape is changing.
It reminds me of flow. Everything continues to change, to move; there's an inexplicable dance of magic that is not ours to control.
For this being, it's about letting go of attachment of warm, sunnier days, and embracing the new days with the same acceptance and equanimity. This is a practice; sometimes in the chill or the greyness I can wish for sunnier days...but if I notice I can smile at these thoughts and let them go.
There is no purpose in fighting what is. It's all going to change regardless, I may as well bow to the greater wisdom that's there and allow what is to be what is.
This is a wonderful lesson, if we choose to pause and observe, for everything in our life.
Holding on to moments from the past which are turning into memory is futile. We'll remember the ones we're meant to remember, learn from the things we're meant to learn from (if we see it truly) and the rest disappears into the void that we call 'time'.
Similarly, that longing for future sunshine and summer vibes is just that, a longing, and this too can be dropped for the fullness of this present moment.
The present moment is the only moment where we can observe life. Can we be with it fully, watching every colour, every shade, every shadow? Can we see the beauty and wonder that exists all the time, always here? Mindfulness invites us to do so. It is a way of letting go of conflict and existing with pure, untarnished awareness, which allows and accepts everything that comes.
Autumn then, is a visual reminder of such things: that being present is capturing the essence of movement, of the flow, to marvel at the incredible tapestry of life and experience it fully. This, if managed, is a life well lived.
We are being held by a greater force that knows what to do, when to do it and how to do it. Every fluctuation of weather, of planetary movement, can affect the whole. It's all done with grace, with silence, without a fanfare - but it happens.
Trusting in this greater force is currently where I'm at (the 'I' being the smaller ego self that is my thinking mind) and letting go of control as completely as I can manage...giving in to this higher authority. It has taken care of my whole life and continues to do so without any (necessary) input from me.
I muse often that the thoughts that enter this mind aren't mine (how can they be if 'I' does not exist?): especially when a new idea or creative urge arrives: where does it come from?
Deep gratitude and joy to everything seen, heard and felt - it's all part of an intricate design pushing ever onward, ever changing and evolving.
All we need to do is allow it to happen.
