Today it’s a grey and dark November day. The rain is dripping endlessly, covering the leaves with shining pearls. I suppose that’s the beauty of a day with autumn rain.

Although it might not be inviting to go outside, I made a little walk to get my daily dose of fresh air. And it was indeed quite refreshing!

Leaves… there are so many of them. Have you ever felt amazed by their beauty, variety and change throughout the seasons?

Each of them is singular and is coloured in yellow, red, orange and brown shades. They all have their specific shape. These days there are piles and piles of them. The wind let them dance on the cold autumn air. After their last dance the fallen leaves are covering the ground with colourful carpets. And when the sun is shining they glow like gold, don’t you think?

When the leaves are whirling down they are so trusting. They are letting go completely. They don’t question if it will be safe or if it will hurt or where will they will land. They just fall and fall and fall…

How I wish I was more like these autumn leaves. I am constantly pondering, reflecting, questioning and hesitating. I’m finding it so hard to trust. I am stalling as the unknown feels so threatening. Do you also feel this way sometimes?

As I’m going through some hard times of letting go and change, I found comfort in this beautiful poem of Gunilla Norris. There’s so much I need to learn but the first step is to let go and surrender.

Letting go, venturing into the unknown,

we are not bound by rules and routines.

We are not expecting specific outcomes.

Instead we are experiencing a lightness of being.

Falling leaves are icons of this process.

They sail. They glide. They lay on the ground.

They surrender.

They give up their current form.

Embraced by the earth, they will in time

become holy ground that can support new life.

Gunilla Norris

Letting go is a constant process. More than once we cannot know what is happening until months or even years later. When we look back we can see a difference, a change or growth. It’s only when the old dies and breaks down – like autumn leaves on the ground change into compost – something new can be sensed.

A new sprout that is emerging out of the dark rich soil of composted leaves… that’s what I’m hoping for in this challenging time.

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