Transitioning

I am alive and the world is alive. On days when my spirit is bright, amazement overcomes me. Possibilities stretch themselves out; for my life, for the day, for the moment.
In contrast there are those dull days where I plod along step after step, eyes half open and a fog settled over my heart.

Now, in November, with the first snow having come and gone, is a time of transition. It is by nature the season to turn inward. My winter plans entail much of this ; personal work through writing , reading, and contemplation.
This year, due to life's circumstances, the change feels abrupt. Suddenly the days open up. It started 2 days ago. Here was my first day off without the company of visiting family, travel plans or outside work. I had pushed the clean up from fence building and the raking of leaves clear into November. The weather offered me the repreive I needed. Now all lies quiet and in a state of reasonable completeness.

Transitioning isn't easy work, even if one is grateful for the change of pace and focus. There ensues a restlessness. The energy previously put into physical outdoor activity needs converting. For me it becomes a time for walking. Being with the trees, fresh air and decaying leaves, my mind can begin its inward turning while still engaged with life.

A person needs this time of quietness, of reconnectiing with self. I think the Wiccan calender has it right, beginning a new year at Samhain (Halloween) Now is a time of reflection of what the year has brought and perhaps contemplation of the year to come.

I wait for snow to cover the land, providing a soft white shroud under which to hide. From here I shall begin the journey back and down deep into myself, ready to search my soul for its knowingness. Thus I can bring forth my truth anew in the springtime.

Radha