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When Fall Calls us In -A Primal Learning

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Picture by Morgan White
Picture by Morgan White

The hummingbirds leave the feeder. The once over zealous garden retreats back to the earth. The mornings get cooler and the meals get warmer. The leaves yearn to be adorned with their new golden hues before their inevitable dance to the forest floor. The sun sets sooner in the day and long shadows dance with it's golden rays.


The shifts can feel subtle at first, but fall comes in like a gentle mother, stirring a recipe passed down through generations, beckoning you to come inside at dusk. She never scolds us, but instead softly asks for an acknowledgment and offers a teaching: slow down. Not to spoil our fun, but because it is time.



Our Pace



We've built a world around us that seems to move faster and grow quicker with each passing day. A world that constantly asks us to keep up and do more. As someone with so many interests and so much zest for life, I am so guilty of hardly ever just…. Being.


If I’m being honest, the sun setting sooner has me feeling anxious for darker days that are headed our way.


But what if we learned from the change of seasons? When the whispers of wind in the trees seems too distant for us to notice. When the squirrels tuck their troves beneath leaves. When the geese plead an invitation from above to head south. Dens being filled, nests being lined, trees emptying their branches.


What if... instead of trying to keep up, we listened to this story as old as time? This feeling deep in our bones that is a primal yearn for slowness. What if... when mother asks us to come inside, we answer not with reluctance, but with outstretched hands ready to fill a bowl with warmth and willingly tucking in for the night?


A Gift


Ambered 3 wick candle -Morgan White
Ambered 3 wick candle -Morgan White

I’m trying to see shorter days, not as a thief of time, but as a gift of rest. That seeking warmth isn’t retreating, it’s respite. That… the most natural thing we can do sometimes, is nothing at all.


I know the shortest days aren’t here yet, but I'm shifting towards building our dens. I will welcome darker days instead of wishing them away. 


I will come in when I'm called.



 
 
 

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