The Last Few Days of Summer

Life is pretty sweet right now… The last few days of summer when the air is still warm yet the coolness is all around the edges. The dying back of plants, leaves and the busyness of summer. Today I washed (with vinegar to cut through the highly alkaline playa dust) and oiled my cruiser bike. I have been riding it still dusty but after this mornings trip for groceries and one last smattering of playa dust on my hands & clothes, it was time.

I still have not written about Burning Man or my week of silent retreat at Asilomar. I have journals full of hand writing (which normally, I do little of these days) to glean from over the next weeks. I am off to birth babies this weekend then have 10 straight days at my Portland home to tend the new gardens I am creating. Fall is the best time to amend soil and plant perennials. It will also be some time to tend the soil and plant the roots of the new love I am co-creating. The new creation of ‘we’ between two independent, competent and self-sustaining individuals.

While I believe I have always been fairly good at this, after my husbands death, I will never take for granted the magnificence of being alive. Every. Moment. Every. Breath. I know the incredible gift of Hearts-Opening… Love-Being… I am experiencing with this delightful man. I choose to savor each experience. All of it.

So here is a prayer to preparing 
for the letting go... 

Letting go...
Of what is ready to die back… 

What has served its purpose. 

Zinnias, the Flowers of Fall...

To lengthening nights, 
and a pulling in close.
 
Of picking apples and baking pies.
 
Of planting bulbs 
deep in the soil, with the promise 
of flowers in the spring. 

To everything there is a season… 
Turning in and in and in.