The End of Summer

"summer is ending! summer is ending!"- I want to screech out to anyone and noone.  I don't think I'm alone in the fact that I feel desperately unprepared to say goodbye to summer and embrace autumn.  Maybe it's because it was such an amazing summer.   I got married to my soul love.  I drove across the country with my him in our new, first car.  I played game after game of tennis. (my backhand is downright fancy, yo!) But it just felt so short, didn't it?

There's a really great blog I follow called Conscious Transitions and this week's post started with this:

“The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer’s ending, a sad, monotonous song. ‘Summer is over and gone,’ they sang. ‘Over and gone, over and gone. Summer is dying, dying.’

“The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last forever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year – the days when summer is changing into fall – the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.”

- Charlotte’s Web

Isn't that so beautiful? and so sadly true? (you can read the whole blog post here). The End of Summer for me is about preparing to go into the cave of self.  How clean can I make my cave before I spend the winter there?  The next few months are going to be spent trying to detox my body.  Fun, huh?  I'm going off of alcohol, and will attempt to cut out dairy and gluten as much as possible.  Trying to clean up your life can be really fun and exciting once you've begun.. but I'm only at the beginning and honestly, I feel a bit scared.  Lucky for me, I came across a very helpful quote yesterday.  

The air is getting much cooler outside and when my husband and I went on long walk the other day on the mountain, we noticed some of the maple trees were turning orange and red.  It was nice to see such a vibrant colour.  A final display of miraculousness before a long winter rest.

Maybe the best thing, as always, is to breathe into what is.  No need for resistance.  No need for struggle.  Just an awareness of what is true and present and an acceptance of how beautiful it all is.  Even the sadness.  Even the death of summer is something to be celebrated.

Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey