Facing Fall

I see, despite every desire and intention, I do not surrender gracefully. My mind-energy, that powerful, invisible, elixir of feeling and thought, refuses to grow peaceful, graceful, let alone joyous, at fall’s arrival. Yes! It’s an exuberant season of change. I love change. It’s beautiful, with wind blown gold’s and yellows, colors of wisdom and sunny dispositions. But fall’s plot-line is a short story to winter’s darkness. Perhaps fall shapes and shifts us toward our dying process?

Knowing I can choose to have any ideas around fall I wish makes it worse. If I were a sage I could write another plot. If I were a great sage, I could change the mind-energy to even grow ebullient on the summer’s closure of this plot line. I am neither. I am a rube of a metaphysician.

Here’s what I know, not what I have necessarily attained:

Thought creates our world, real and imagined.

Word follows thought, adding power and majesty to the thought.

Speaking our ‘thought-energy’ is the next layer of building credibility for belief.

The more mindful, read choice-full, we are in our thoughts, words, and expression, the more profoundly we inhabit our lives. It stands to reason that the more consciously we inhabit each thought, the more our inner life responds to conscious ideas, and vice versa.

This all works swimmingly until I think of fall, and cave into trauma and indigestion over its arrival. Even as a rube I realize I need to sit, however uncomfortably, with the intensity of my anger, or is it depression? Is it angst covering depression, covering anger? What lies below this hijacked story-line…hijacked because I’ve not taken it into my heart and mind. It remains in my gut where I’ve let it take little bites out of the stomach lining.

The last great rube lesson about all this is that in the grandiosity of off-kilter extremes lies equal largess of healing. The more I fear it, hate it, disparage it, the more love, compassion, and safety lie within that same plot-line. All I need do now is practice:

“I love fall, I love fall, I love…”

Asana: Do the pose you hate. Do you have one? If you are not that extreme, lucky you. Do the one that makes you uncomfortable, edgy. Afterward, sit for two minutes considering the inside of your mind’s energy on what happens when you move into that Asana. Can you change it? Do you want to? What’s in it for you?

Health Notes: When we uproot anger and frustration, we uproot the beginnings of dis-ease.