Hello sweet ones.
I'm so happy to be here with you today.
Go ahead and find a space where you feel comfortable and supported.
Where you can get quiet and listen to what is within the silence.
As the evenings come earlier and grow colder,
We recognize that autumn's exhale is upon us.
We soften our breath,
Feel the imprints of our feet on soil underneath the blanket of dusk sky,
And tell life we are brave enough to keep walking forward.
What will untether from our very skin and flesh this season,
Pulling us closer in towards bone?
What ocean wave will come back home to the deep of the sea?
What mountain will pull us inward?
What of us will we leave behind and will we rest flowers upon their altar?
Which flowers will find relief that blooming is not made to be constant?
What herbs long to be turned to tea by crackling fire?
Which trees are ready to sing new songs?
What leaves are aching to draw back the curtains and perform a grand show of color before surrendering themselves to the inevitable return back to their infinite home?
Which ones will dance on their way out?
Which ones will make circles in the wind and which ones will hold on until the very last moment?
Until the first winter freeze beckons them home.
What in you is dying?
What spools of thread are aching to be unraveled?
What parts are ready to come back home?
What exhales want to become longer?
What pieces of us will we gather,
Allowing those pieces to take shape of new life,
New form,
New breath?
If you have your hands free right now,
I invite you to place one palm on your heart and one palm on your belly.
Listen to these words and you can repeat them to yourself if you'd like.
I am brave enough to keep walking forward.
I unravel.
I let go.
I am brave enough to keep walking forward.
I unravel.
I let go.
What death is the exhale of autumn beckoning you towards?
What parts of you want to turn yellow and crimson and orange before returning home?
What parts of you can you hold ceremony for as you let them go?
Take a full breath in through your nose and exhale out your mouth or your nose,
Making the exhale a little bit longer than your breath in.
Another one like that.
Soft breath in.
Longer breath out.
Take a few more as you release your palms back to your lap if they were on your body.
Allow each exhale to untether the spools of thread within you.
Allow each exhale to become a ceremony of surrendering into the vastness of impermanence,
Of change,
Of lovingly letting go.
Full breath in.
Full breath out.
I am brave enough to keep walking forward.
I unravel.
I let go.
Thank you so much for sharing your practice with me today,
Sweet friends.
I hope that this autumn is the exact medicine that is needed for you and your journey,
And I hope to be here with you again.
