Do you feel kind of like something big is happening?
In that cold and broken but hallelujah kind of a way?
The consistent sound of it is a light whisper and a deep moan that sighs and bellows, ‘hallelujah.’ More than once. But not quite constantly.
The girl at the health food store yesterday told me that everyone is undergoing a hard process of transformation to move into a higher consciousness. That sounds crazy. And not so far off, somehow.
I love the Equinox. Last year on this day, I was practicing 108 sun salutations in a glowing roomful of a bunch of yogis. That is all that i remember, and an awake heart. Fall does that.
The year before on this very day, I was at a scotch tasting and my soul had opened widely up; must have been a particularly surprising autumn breeze, and the crunching of the leaves underfoot was crispier than normal, and the baby formerly known as Mowgli was on his way to getting ready to be born, and there was a scotch tasting and the most beautiful company I have kept and I felt home, and the littlest bit of Talisker warmed me deeply like a candle-lit room, and it felt like anything was possible.
Like a layer of skin was about to be removed, or something in me was about to be switched on, whether i was ready or not. Pure potential.
Is this the feeling of the end of a season? A new one beginning? Do you ever have that feeling? Like a wind is ready to gently or not-gently nudge you if you let it?
That not letting it is an option, but that it’s a dumber option even than the scariness of letting it?
Yeah, me too.
Bring it on, Fall.