Oh that moment each year... I step into the cold, silent November night air. No more crickets and frogs singing. No more night birds singing. Even the owls have left for the year. Stillness and silence. Nothing but the Erie sound of grain dryers in the distance. It's always a little moment of grief and gratitude for the summer that was, and a bracing for the winter to come.
Winter is a part of life, but as we move from autumn to winter, there is a sad goodbye to what was- a practice in letting go. Winter is a time when life pauses, with a hopeful promise it will resume. We hold the light in the darkness with a faith that life will begin again. The creatures of the earth will awaken and return again. Nature will be reborn. We will be reborn.
In this present moment of change we need to both mourn and celebrate the beauty of what has been, and what will be.