(inner) fall - Somewhere in the woods in Bern

“Looking Back:

A part of me still clings to summer, its warmth, its light. I glance back, trying to hold onto it, to keep it close a little longer. But it is slipping away, and I feel the pull of time.

There is a quiet resistance, a longing not to let go.

In the Middle:

Here, in the golden embrace of autumn, I try to settle. The air carries both joy and melancholy, a delicate balance between holding on and letting go. I meditate in the moment, savouring the beauty of now, while a shadow of fear lingers, the melancholy that often follows.

Can I sit with it? Can I let it be?

Moving Forward

And then, the inevitable shift.

Winter calls, and I am not ready to leave. The resistance grows, the ache of leaving what feels good, even though I know it is time.

This phase holds a push and pull, the impatience, the tenderness, the ache. But maybe, slowly, I am learning to make peace with it all.

With the cycles, the seasons, and the letting go. Until then, I stand in the in-between, dancing with the winds of change.”