The season of in-between

& lessons from Mother Nature

September didn’t go as planned (much of life never does). I anticipated a month of romance, celebration, and adventure. Instead I was given the gifts of illness, heartbreak, and healing.

As summer fades to fall, I find myself in the ‘in-between’, I know more change is in the wind but I’m unsure of which way it will blow.

There are flowers still holding on to their petals. Some wilting. Some only have a stem. All in various states of surrender to the crisp autumn breeze and shying sun.

The leaves are fighting for their colour. Some fading to orange and red and yellow, before giving in to gravity. Some are already on the ground, crunching under boots that mortar and pestle them into powdered cinnamon, spicing the soil.

This is a season of life and death, holding on and letting go, simultaneously. 

I am learning to loosen my grip. 

I can’t stop the leaves from falling.

But I can choose to watch this season unfold 

despondently 

or 

with eyes full of wonder and palms open to the sky.

I’ll choose wonder every time.

A moment of wonder in Brunet Park, LaSalle, ON

If you're in a season of in-between, here's your homework: wander through the woods, go to a café for a cortado and a pain au chocolat, and romanticize this season of your life. It won't last forever. Change is always in the winds.

Walking along side you,

Syd