I’m feeling philosophical as the autumn leaves start to fall….I feel wealthy in experience, in loving connections, in my talents, in such wisdom as I’ve managed to distil from life’s inevitable pains. My taste is to savour and treasure life’s small gifts: kicking through the first dry drifts of rich autumnal auburn, savouring my little granddaughter’s occasional impulsive loving hugs and kisses. My taste is also for taking time: to be quiet, be alone, to read, to walk in Nature, to reflect on what my life thus far has meant – and what may be to come.
You won’t find me in the gym, sweating it out with my peers whose main motivation is to keep age at bay. I’m not saving up for my first facelift. I don’t look enviously at fresh faces and taut bodies. Whilst celebrating their youth, I am glad to be no longer young.
In ancient times, when a woman reached menopause and began to feel the pull of death and rebirth into a new life phase, her tribe let her go free of duties for a year or so. She could wander, go deep into the forest, across the far hills, seeking solitude, time for reflection. She might gather roots and herbs only found in hidden places, to be used later. She had time to forge a deeper connection with Spirit than her busy life had previously allowed.
She would look at her lined face and grey hair in still river pools, sleep under the stars, slowly facing the fact that she was in the last phase of her life. By the time she returned she had deeply accepted the Great Round of birth, growth, maturation, decline, death and renewal. Having completed the mid life rite of passage, she was refreshed and ready to serve her tribe again.
Her experience, knowledge and wisdom was valued and recognised : healer, midwife, mentor to the young, spiritual counsellor, she had her place in her community till the day she died.
“ But this is the twenty-first century!” I hear you say. “Things are very different now.”
I wonder. Are they? It is certainly true that humans have never lived such comfortable, materially sophisticated lives as they do now, if they live in the affluent societies of the West. Within this current cultural phase, there is a powerful preoccupation with one stage of life. Youth.
It is possible because of huge advances in science, medicine and technology to delay the process of ageing. Death has come to be seen as a defeat, rather than a normal part of the whole life cycle.
From gnats to galaxies, everything is woven into the Great Round. Why should humans think themselves exempt ?
Everything passes, and we pass with it. Denial of this robs us of the opportunity to face and accept the flow of life as it is. Acceptance, which takes experience, courage, reflection, and time, can lead to happiness and spiritual peace. Denial of any kind usually trails misery in its wake.The mid life rite of passage is presented to us all, the choice being denial or acceptance.
The latter road is slower and harder, but infinitely more rewarding in the end.
600 words copyright Anne Whitaker 2013
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8 thoughts on “Season of autumn, autumn of life….”
“From gnats to galaxies, everything is woven into the Great Round. Why should humans think themselves exempt ?” What a quotable line, Anne, especially to those who wonder why we have our heads in the stars while living on the land with the gnats. Happy Autumn, my favorite season!
Thanks Joyce for your wry and witty spin on the gnats/cosmos question. Glad to have attracted another autumn fan! Speak soon. Have been in hibernation in the wrong season….!! You know what I’m like by now.
Thank you very much for these nice reflections Anne.
The cycle of eternity in all life.
Blessings to you from Inger Lise
Greetings, Inger Lise. Thank you for dropping by.I bet you have wonderful autumns where you are…
Thank you dear Anne, I`m dropping by to you more often than you`ll know my friend, as you have VERY interesting views on things.
I`m planning to go sailing to the Orkneys, the Hebrides, Shetland and the Faroe islands in July next year. It has been a very popular Journey from Norway in the latest decades…Hmmm !!
That’s good to know, Inger Lise. Enjoy your Scottish Islands tour next year.
Very very comforting words indeed .thanks Anne .
Here I am still enjoying what could be summer in the Mediterranean with high temperatures and yet I have noticed that the nights are getting cooler and the leaves are yellowing.autumn is upon us here too .chestnut festivals will soon be in full swing not to mention the traditional boar hunting!,
One of the best astrological books you once invited us to read was Cycles of becoming by Alexander Rupertii (I might have the spelling wrong) and guess what! A friend of mine who really enjoys astrology here in France brought it back to me today.
Today the god of youth at all cost reigns supreme. You are so right! The elderly get put into care homes like never before .get them out of sight.we hear that there is no other option and yet again in the Mediterranean by and large granny and grandpa are part of the family in the home where they contribute on a daily basis and enrich the young members with their wisdom. I witness it here.long may this tradition continue.! I am coming home soon as I would not miss autumn in Scotland for the world see you all soon xxx
thank you for this thoughtful contribution – see you soon!