BY SARAH L. HARVEY POETIC JUSTICE

Sacred, Sparkling Autumn — How It Stokes The Fire In Your Heart

Autumn

BY SARAH L. HARVEY

I like the way Autumn draws us deeper inside
The quiet, the change
As we coil within
We hear those rumbling whispers:
Our truth
Our wisdom.
Not abandoned.
Never, ever gone.
Forever there to return to.
Forever sacred.
Forever sparkling.
Forever holy and filled with the smoke of palo santo, the waters that run clear and true.
And you don’t even have to try to get there–
Oh,
It is exactly not doing
It’s dropping all the doing, the busy, the trying, the twisting, and the forcing
And making space for something else:
The magenta fire of the sunset
How it stokes the fire in your heart
The feeling of your skin meeting the cool, sapphire air at twilight
And infinite possibilities
Written within it all.
The way some things curl up and fall to the ground to die
Gently dancing
To make way for all that Spring will entail.
And it is not bad, it is The Way.
Going through what is, what was—
Meeting shadows and memories
Taking stock
But you don’t try.
This change happens subtly, like the way the trees are slowly painted with orange and ruby red
It happens naturally
Gentle awareness
Excitement even
But an effort need not be applied.
And just see how that feels.
As you burst into the depths of the inside
Your vast interior
And see what is there
All the flavors
Behind, underneath, down below
And all the treasures you can find
Just in agreeing to be with your Self
In
This
Way.
Oh, yes.
It feels so satisfying, quenching an ancient thirst.
Autumn is plump and rich, ripe with answers that come not as answers
But as possibilities
As deepened awareness
As truth
As grief
As love
As old pain
As new challenge
As healing
As fire
As deep, resounding joy
That drips down to the bones of your soul
And you can
Embrace it all
Holding your Self
In the crisp air
As Autumn
Holds
You.

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Sarah L. Harvey

Sarah L. Harvey resides in the mysterious mountains of Western North Carolina. She splits her time between pursuing a Master’s in Counseling, writing poetry, teaching, coaching women, belly dancing, and studying plant magic and mysticism. She believes in the beauty of a broken heart. She believes in the ruby blood of resilience. She believes in the power of our truth to transform our lives. She believes we all have access to the most potent version of our selves. We just have to step into the doorway. We just have to begin the journey, from exactly where we are now. For more of Sarah’s work or to schedule a coaching session, visit her website.

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