I guess the big thing for me about September is that this is the month when autumn begins, and that is my favorite season. I like the cooler (but not yet cold) days, and the changing colors of the leaves and other outdoor foliage. I like pumpkins and the great variety of squash that come on the market around here in the fall. I don’t like the shortening of daylight hours – especially since I can’t see to drive in the dark – but you take the good with the not-so-good.
People often think of springtime as the season of new beginnings. Plants start bursting out with new foliage; flowers begin shooting forth from the newly thawed ground. Everything comes to life.
Conversely, sometimes the autumn is seen as the time that everything is dying out. But autumn brings forth a lot of vital activity, too. Birds begin migrating. Certain animals prepare for hibernation. Crops are tilled under. It’s a time of preparation. It’s the time that lays the groundwork so that spring can happen.
I feel like I am undergoing an autumn in my own life. Hopes and dreams and plans I once had have died down, dried up, and blown away. And the bare stalks left standing don’t seem to hold much promise. But the hopes that are dying now – if the analogy holds – have already reseeded themselves so that come springtime they will grow back even stronger and more plentiful than they were the year before.
It’s that whole thing about having to clear out the old to make room for the new. Whether by choice or circumstance, my way of life is being pared down. On one hand it’s been hard to let go of what’s familiar to me, whether the familiar ways were working for me or not. On the other hand, if I can have the faith to see me through the “winter,” when it appears that nothing is happening, something even better than what I had – or even what I had dreamed of – might now have room to come into my life.
Things aren’t necessarily dying; they are morphing into another cycle of growth. I just need patience and faith and trust to allow nature to take its course. I’m going to start decluttering my house, doing something tangible and proactive while I wait out the intangible processes that are occurring. I have to keep reminding myself that it is a process. I can’t begin to imagine what my future may hold, but I can – and have to – begin to let go of the past. And getting rid of my clutter is a good way to start.
I’ll prepare the best I can. I’m just hoping it’s going to be a mild winter.