Have you been touched by frost?

Late autumn frosts come with lace edged beauty, cruelly cutting down grasses and wildflowers, insects, tender life forms. But frost cannot destroy those living perennial roots deep underground that sleep in their dark bed of soil.

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Frosty wildflower leaves

If you have lived more than a few decades on this planet, you have known the icy fingers of frost. You have experienced the tender green shoots of life frozen by loss, hurt, trauma, betrayal…

When you fear all is lost after a freeze, life springs again from your roots, sending green shoots and leaves toward the light.  New life and growth and inspiration gives you new energy, new hope and courage to reclaim your power.

If your heart still beats in your chest, your roots can gather strength and you will live fully once again.

Dear one, you must have patience and allow the season of winter its full due. Take heart. Winter is a season of life, a part of each soul’s journey no matter where you live.

If you’ve been touched by frost, let yourself rest, conserve energy, let your roots gather nourishment and strength . Come spring you will feel and know the new growth within you, unfolding, reaching toward the light, inspiring you to live fully!

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Falling leaves

Do you have a moment to watch as sun-struck amber and golden leaves dance, spiral and flutter to to the Earth in their final act of letting go? 

There is peace, beauty and grace in letting go.

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Autumn leaves

Let the trees teach you the gentle yet powerful art of releasing. For them, it is time to let go of all those dying leaves that have served their purpose.  The trees time of letting go may inspire you to release your grasp on the worn out thoughts, the beliefs and patterns in your life that are stale, no longer helpful, that keep you stuck in the past.

After releasing comes a time to rest  as you gather your strength once again.  Then when you are rested and feeling strong and conditions are favorable for growth, it is time to start over again.

For the trees in spring the angle of the light, the temperature and rainfall support and nurture tender new growth as millions of new leaves unroll to the bright sunlight.

When you let go of the old, you make room for fresh new life and insights to light you up and move you forward. 

Let yourself be clear and open to the new life that wants to flow through you when the timing is right!

Let the truth of your underlying spirit, the structure of your soul be exposed to the light of love as you gather up nourishment and strength during your long winter’s nap.

 

Late summer

Growing things seem to pause now. Deep green leaves of ash, maple, and oak hang still in the humid air.  Butterflies frantically feed, flit and dance among late summer wild flowers…

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Late summer prairie grass

The new growth and excitement, the twittering birdsong of spring is a memory.  Now the grasses bend, top heavy with seed.  Dragonflies dart and zip above the prairie, sunlight reflecting from their glassy wings.

The new bird generations have all fledged and flown – Empty nests all around.  The insects sing their late summer songs, the chirp, the buzz, the whine of cricket and cicada, the tempos slowing as nights grow cooler.  The tree frogs chorusing their trance like rhythm into the wee hours, night after night.

Flowers that were bright with summer’s colors just a few weeks ago now fading, browning,  going to seed.   Still blooming, the magnificent plumes of goldenrod, masses of them,  swaying gently in the breeze.

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Goldenrod plumes

All the green rooted things hold their breath,  soak in the light of the  southward sliding sun, before the final days, the yellowing, the browning, the final dropping of seed and leaf, the dying down to the roots, the cooler autumn wind that will soon come and bring frost with it, and death.  The great letting go, before winters long nap…

Stand here on the cusp of change, knowing what is passing, knowing what is to come.  It is time for a late summer  rest.  Lie back under a friendly tree, soak up this still and timeless, day, this moment, before the sun turns to autumn once again.

 

 

Big Bluestem

I am the deep rooted tall prairie grass that you call big bluestem.

My commission is to send my roots deep into this rich black soil, down through the fertile layers deposited over many thousands of years, from the decaying roots stems and leaves of my ancestors, to draw in sustenance from all the elements of the earth, to anchor myself firmly here as my stems and leaves reach toward the nourishment of the naked prairie sun.

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Big bluestem

I grow taller, absorbing the joyful energy of the light and atmosphere, swaying gracefully, bending, in waves with the wind. I have learned to be flexible when storms roar through and lightening strikes.

Then, when the sunlight begins its slow late summer slide toward the south, my flowers appear, bloom, and quickly develop into seed heads.   Next spring, the age old cycle will repeat itself.  It begins with one seed!

I feel the feeling that you call “joy” as I grow taller than a man, spreading into the vast sunny space under the prairie sky. The roots of our community interweaving, holding the earth, gripping the soil, forming a vast deep network, a wreath of intricate connections across this wide open land, anchoring all the grows here.

Know that I love this life – I am a native- I belong here! This is my home!

I drink in the life giving sunlight and rain, swaying and dancing in the wind with a million others like me; we who grace this timeless landscape.

Patient like a tree

Can you be patient like a tree?

Can you stand steadfast when the storms rage? Can you set forth leaves blossoms and fruit when the season is right?

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Grandmother Cottonwood, dormant

Can you let go of the old, the superfluous, last year’s leaves when they no longer feed your heart and soul? Can you rest and sleep and pull your attention inward during the long winter, gathering strength for the growth to come?

Can you feel the magnetic pull of mother earth in your roots, allowing them to be pulled into the soil and subsoil so you will be anchored deeply to your home? No matter how high and wide your reach, your deep roots will keep you secure through all seasons and all weather.

Can you allow your branches and leaves to reach and turn to the sun, to soak up and absorb the life giving light and warmth? These precious gifts are freely given to you!  They are your birthright!

When you stand tall and steadfast, when you live according to your life’s rhythms, you bless this earth with your presence; you know you belong here, a vital element in life’s tapestry. You will endure!

Wheel of the year

It is the season for low slanting sunlight, the silent message all living creatures are attuned to. Summer is past, winter will come. The wheel of the year turns.

Live each day, each moment, each breath fully, for the cycle of the year teaches us that all physical things change – nothing you can see, touch, taste, hear, smell, hold in your hand is permanent. Even the rocks beneath your feet will erode away. The huge trees that shade and shelter you will grow old and decline as young trees take their place in the canopy.

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Painted lady butterfly on red zinnia

You too are an integral part of the wheel of life.

Can you let go of what was once true about you and accept the realty of your now? Perhaps you still expect to see a physically beautiful young adult looking back from your mirror, but instead see a gray haired grandparent…

Beneath the physical aspect of our reality – which so many of you seem so attached to – lies your indestructible spirit and that, my dear will never grow old, never die.

As the earth cycles into a new season, as your body grows older, as the landscape changes beneath your feet, Remember your indestructible spirit that lies at the very heart of your existence here on our beloved planet.

Autumn years

A woman in her autumn years can release the excess, the unneeded, from her life, the outdated thoughts, feelings, the extra objects, the people who drag her down, the dead weight, the job that does not feed her soul, the old dreams that no longer feed her passions.

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Nearly full moon

She can let go of worry about her looks… She can let go, let go, and let go again, only to find there is more to let go of.

When she is empty and hollow and rests in her emptiness, she will be filled once again with new dreams that inspire, with passion to create, a new unconditional love for others, a knowing of her inner power and strength. She will know in every cell her indestructible inner beauty and light, she will focus with clarity on what really matters to her and to the planet that is her home. She will be graced with full acceptance of her many gifts.

As the moon wanes each month to complete darkness and waxes once again to full light in the age old cycle, you too must let go, and let go again, so you can be refilled, refreshed, filled with new energy. You who know and own yourself!

Live your life from the inside out. Let your life rest on the inner wisdom, light and love that power and fuel you! Everything else is like leaves in autumn.

Letting go

The season of letting go has come around on the cosmic wheel once again. I will soon release this year’s crop of golden leaves that soaked up the sun and fed me all summer. It is the time of the waning year, the waning moon. Time to let go.

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Grandmother Cottonwood, golden leaf

I must release my beautiful crown of leaves that shimmered in the breeze through sunlight and shadow, moonlight and midsummer heat. They will not needed during the cold dark months.

Releasing, surrendering, letting go – good practice for the final act of letting go that all living creatures must experience – a rehearsal for death, the great transition.

I bow to the cycles of life and death, to the inevitable. I make ready for winter, withdraw my attention from outward things, pull my awareness inward, down to my roots as my sap cools and subsides.

I will soon be ready for my winter’s rest, my dreaming time. There will be nothing to grasp hold of, no responsibilities, nothing to do or be or have, no agenda, no leaves to maintain. All the trappings of summer – released.

I may seem inert, even dead to those who pass by, yet deep inside, in my roots, below the surface of the soil, my inner hearth fire embers glow, ready to spring into life once again after the long winter nights give way to spring.

A shift in the weather

Those who pay attention with hearts as well as minds will know and feel a change in the weather, a shift in the air. The greater heat in summer, the northward migration of warm loving species, the wetter snows, the thawing ice, the balmy winters, the unsettled weather as the earth warms.

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Dying tree

Growing things, winged creatures, 4 legged ones are stressed by this disruption to our age old fabric of existence, the climate in which we have all learned to thrive over eons of time.

Our atmosphere is heavy with exhaust of human creation beyond her limits and capacity to cleanse. Dear ones it will take your collective wisdom will and heart to cease the pollution of your planet; to clear the air, purify the water, to bless the earth once again with a healthy balance of interests between all living things.

What good are your billions of dollars when the earth herself can no longer sustain the life we have known for millennia?

Life itself is the prize. Preserve and protect and nurture all living things.

Heal the web of life! Begin the healing within yourself.

Ice

The world is coated with ice. A thin shell covers all surfaces with high glass.

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Frozen stream

There is rare beauty in this icy landscape. This is your mother earth speaking to you in her native language.

She speaks in the language of weather, of light and dark, of warm, cold, ice, and snow, summer heat, thunder, lightning, of growth and life, of seasons, cycles of life and death, of deep soil, bedrock, rivers, streams, oceans, a variety of landscapes from desert to tundra, to mountains and valleys.

Will you hear and understand her messages? Will you pay attention with an open heart and mind?

During this icy time it is time to pull inward, and stay warm at home, wrapped in a winter chrysalis that protects and allows renewal.

We freeze and become petrified with cold, yet a thaw will come and all will flow freely once again.