Finding Beauty in Autumn: Life Lessons from Nature

It has been a while since I have written anything here and now Autumn is upon us. We had a very long and often hot summer. I was surrounded by luscious green lawns and beautiful gardens filled with rich colours that made my heart sing.

Now I am watching the life force in the plants slowly return to the Earth. Leaves are turning colour and gently falling to the ground. Orchards are filled with people picking fruits from the trees. Farmers are harvesting corn, squash and pumpkins from the fields. Those who love to can and preserve are making chili sauce and various jams and jellies. The farmer’s markets are loaded with fresh produce from their fields and gardens. Those of us who live in small apartments gain from the bounty of their harvest. There is nothing like a pan of fresh roasted vegetables to warm the heart and soul.

I spent a good deal of my time alone this summer and took the opportunity to do a life review. Looking not just to the past or out into the future but at the here and now. Where am I now? Where are we all at this moment in time. I am in the autumn of my life. What does that mean exactly? To me it means capturing the life force within me. Finding the fruits of my own labours. I am sharing what I have discovered over the years. I pay close attention to the lessons learned from poor choices made along the way. No one gets through life without a few hard knocks now and then. Still what I know for sure is my life is full of examples of Love leading the way.

I have always been a peace maker/keeper at heart. I lead with my heart and speak sincerely from what I know to be true for me. I have lived with a hearing impairment for over fifty years. I have also learned to listen with my whole self, not just my ears. I pay attention to body language, physical surroundings and follow my intuition when it gives a clear message. I also use my head to carefully analyze a situation when required before making any decisions or comments. The last piece of advice my mother gave me before she left this world was “Follow your heart.” But she also said, “Don’t lose your head!” She always thought I was too soft. She believed I was wishy washy and sat on the fence. She advised that I should state my opinion strongly like she always did. Her favourite saying was “I mean what I say and say what I mean!” Sometimes what she had to say was mean and still she stood by it. Mostly, though she was right more often than not.

Still for me, I see great value in seeing all sides of a story. Finding the common ground is important before expressing an opinion. My style of leadership is to listen twice as much as I speak. If I don’t have anything to say that will add to the conversation then I just listen until I do. This is particularly true now that I am living in the autumn of my life.

The beauty of autumn is that all the rich green of new life matures. It becomes vibrant colours of brown, orange, yellow and red. Eventually, it joins the Earth to break down and enrich the soil with its nutrients. This becomes fodder for micro organisms that work to break it down so that new life will emerge from it.

Our life experience becomes the nutrients that make up the wisdom of our elder years. We need to live long enough for it to build up. It must then be broken down into micro organisms of thoughts and knowledge. I am just now starting to glean the wisdom of my years of life experience. I see the beauty in living a long life. It allows me to understand what I have been through. I also see what I learned from it. Now is the time to nurture that and also to share it with others. That is why I write and tell stories. I offer what I can when I can. This happens when I am in conversation with family, friends, and others I meet along the way.

This is a wonderful time of year and time of life. It is not about losing life force energy. It is about the life force being transformed into a new form of life. This new form lives on in all its richness.

Layers of the Soul

Layers of the Soul – artist EA Hancox

I went away for a week to cat sit for my daughter. I decided to use the time as an artist’s retreat where I unplugged and gave myself lots of space to be with my watercolours and do some writing.

I am a self-taught painter. I like to just “play with the paint starting with looking at the colour palette and waiting for the first colour to jump out at me. After that the rest of the colours follow suit. The first day I started with a grey palette. Not a colour I use much still it was the first one I wanted to use so I did. After about 30 minutes the painting emerged and it named itself “Layers of the Soul”.

This has me thinking about my own soul and what it means to have a soul let alone a soul with layers. How are the layers formed? Are they there from the beginning created by lifetimes of experience or are they a result of the many years spent being human here now? The colours are interesting – very earthy and grounded. Not my usual colours which tend to be blues and greens and sometimes pinks and purples.

Colour has its own emotional connection so psychologists say. Perhaps I am feeling earthy at this time – needing to be grounded and connected to the Earth. In TCM the Taoist attribute this season of the year with the element of Earth. It begins the end of August and into September. In North America we call it Indian Summer. The time when the fruits and vegetables are ripening and ready to be harvested before the long cooler winter.

I am feeling the heart of the Earth these days and also the fires that are burning around the world. What is left remains to be seen still we know from experience that out of the ashes the phoenix rises. New life forms in the forest where once there were tall trees. I wonder if the painting is more about the soul of the earth and her many layers that have formed over millions of years. Are we to survive this evolutionary time?

It seems there is a bigger question and that is do we believe in the ultimate destruction of all of humanity – not just the weak and disadvantaged – all of us. We all share the same air, same water, same soil and food. Without it we cannot survive individually or as a species. The Earth supports us. It is not our resource. What of the other relations that live on this planet with us? Will they survive the destruction we humans are causing and creating? Time will tell.

The layers of the Soul is a painting with a voice or message that is still waiting to be heard not just by me by all who encounter it. It is bold and dramatic, strong and expresses something that is mystical and without form. Perhaps it is my way of digging deeper into what is most calling to me right now. I wonder what it stirs in you.