Summer’s life has yielded itself into my keeping…

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    Calendar of the Soul
[September 16, 2017 – September 22, 2017]

There dims in damp autumnal air
The senses’ luring magic;
The light’s revealing radiance
Is dulled by hazy veils of mist.
In distances around me I can see
The autumn’s winter sleep;
The summer’s life has yielded
Itself into my keeping.

I looked out the hallway window this morning and was saw a shock of red among the green. Halfway through September, and the leaves are changing their color. The air smells different. It’s still hot, but it’s a different kind of hot than the heat of summertime. There’s an air of transition about.

It is my intention, this week and next, to lean into that transition. Take out the air conditions and start to make sure the house is ready for winter. Wash the cold weather woolies and let the children choose which ones will be their very own. Switch out the clothes. Put extra blankets on the beds. You know, all those physical, housekeeping, busy-making things that seem so tedious but are so indispensable.

And while I’m making those physical transformations to our home, I’ll be thinking of some of the emotional and spiritual transitions that are happening as well. New grades. New jobs. New activities. The first day of autumn. Nicholas’s birthday. Michaelmas.

We walk out of high summer, those days in the sun, full of dreams and happiness, and are greeted head-on by Michael and his sword and of course, the dragon. The time for dreaming is over. The time for action has begun.



Summer’s life… summer’s dreams… summer’s intentions. These are all now yielded into our keeping. We will forge these things in autumn’s fire, and they will become iron.