Signposts On The Way

Autumn: A Sign Along The Way

In autumn our senses perceive that something has changed. The fruits have matured, the leaves change color and begin the process of falling. People who touch the earth with their hands know that it is time to sow again to prepare the new harvest. It’s time to let go of the past and recreate the future. It is a propitious time to stop, reflect, recognize what is happening inside each person and in our world, to develop intuition, to learn to recognize signs and to perceive beyond the obvious.

Autumn invites us to reconnect with the cycles of nature, of life... to perceive the changes that are brewing inside us and in the outside world, to feel how the days and nights of our own life pass.

Autumn invites us to enter our interior, leads us to "home", where we find the essential, what sustains life. Back to the "humus" where life sprouts again and again and again.

Autumn tells us about sunset, about maturity, about descent...of the small deaths that point to true life and that bring us closer to wisdom.

Our life is transitory, but Life remains in the Source of Life that sustains existence. Autumn invites us to release the unnecessary, to get rid of the ephemeral, to reconnect with the inner Source and to start again. To let go...to say goodbye...to be grateful...to be reborn.

Autumn is like the grain of wheat that, to bear fruit, must fall to the earth and die. (Jn 1:24).

Connected to autumn, to its life cycle, we can release what does not serve us to live, recreate our deep being, and prepare ourselves to be reborn and help the world to be reborn.

Autumn Day (Rainer Maria Rilke)
Lord, the time has come. The summer has been so long. Lay your shadows over the sundials
and let loose the wind over the fields.

Order the last fruits to fully ripen;
give them two more days of southern sun,
urge them to perfection and speed
the last sweetness into the laden vine.

Those who have no house, will not build one now.
Those who are alone will long remain so,
they will rise, and read, and write long letters
and through the avenues go here and there
restlessly wandering, with the leaves drifting down.