Time of Treasures and Decay

This autumn has gifted us with exceptionally glorious colours. It has felt like nature's way of filling us up with radiant beauty, bright coloured medicine to prepare us for the upcoming dark months. Nature is also celebrating the past season of growth and light. Treasuring the elixirs that sustain life. The trees turn their flow inwards - and let go. Gracefully, to become bare and silent again. ​ 

Autumn walk by the sea.

This morning, walking back home after taking my daughter to her kindergarten, I felt the invitation to enter the forest right next to our house. I somehow haven't been there that much, as it is not so easy to enter. It is a bit of a wild thing, not very big, but no paths, lots of moss, untamed growth, tricky terrain. I have already felt grateful and blessed for having this forest as our neighbour, but this morning, I truly fell in love with her... It felt like entering another reality. Very natural and simple, yet so magical and full of variety. ​

Our forest friend, breathing right next to us.

Since we moved here 1,5 years ago, I have felt a new era in my life beginning. So much has shifted and changed. Though I have been on this path for many years already, there is new depth I have been feeling into here. 

Time and time again, I have been guided to look closer,
to receive the gifts already present.
​To look with profound appreciation and sense of discovery,
​even when in my own back yard. 

My misty breath in the morning sun.

My body felt wonderful, walking in the forest terrain, as it makes all the joints move more creatively than on a steady, flat ground. The scents of decay and hidden treasures. Wisdom of the trees, the intelligence of their communication that we have only now begun to understand. The healing effect of being connected with nature. Becoming more accepting of our own limitations, our cycles, our death as part of life. 

''The wonder of birth.
The mystery of death.
Human life, cycle by cycle, around the sun.
Opening. Closing.
​Circling into it's own fulfilment.''

Roses for the last goodbye.

I wrote this poem as my farewell to someone I have know most of my life, a father of a really dear friend. He passed away pretty suddenly and was buried recently. On a beautiful autumn day, we gathered together to say our last goodbyes.

To realise that life is a fleeting experience,
​is surprisingly easy to forget.

In nature, tuning in with the changing seasons, we see life transforming right before our eyes.
This constant transformation is our nature too.
​Invitation for humble understandings of the fragility of life.

​We are all growing together, aching together, longing together.
Whether we are aware of it or not.  
​Feeling into the depth of our collective human sorrow is healing, 
as we recognise each other's beauty through our fragility. ​

Much love and a breath of fresh air from me and my forest friend, 

​Meri

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