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Sun wanes upon the fields
Goldenrod begins…
It’s the golden season.
our brothers and sisters in the southern hemisphere emerging from the golden hearth of winter. May they be blessed in finding gold within.
In the north, we begin to experience the sun as it paints us golden, baba leto (butterfly summer). It’s an inner-outer magic-int.
Either which way, gold shall come.
We are seasoned
by color, sound, rain and wind, earth, water, fire and air. We are seasoned by seasons and the great turning of the year.
Every season has a twin within. We can visibly see the seasons coloring the world as they transition and change. We can lean in closer, inwardly, and listen to how the seasons season even our marrow and our names.
Autumn light will soon turn bright gold. I see gold everywhere: sunflowers, yellow tiger swallowtails, goldenrod, yellowing stalks and yellow primrose.
Yellow. She points us towards Sun and fire, heart and lions, coure and courage. A golden path beckons.
Aurum. Gold. Alchemy. Autumn. To me, this time of year, leading to fall and beyond is the alchemy season. Despite the truth of Robert Frost’s Nothing Gold can Stay —we can still simmer in her shimmer and strive in her shine and glow in her afterglow. We can turn towards the Sun like a blossom, sunflower, gira-soleil. And when she wanes, we strengthen the light of soleil within.
May we be like the bees who know mysterious essential truths invisible to the eye. Long life honey in the heart. Long life gold in the heart.
The wheat fields were gold to the goddess Demeter. Each harvest a treasure, a bounty, a blessing. The abduction of Demeter’s daughter, Persephone cultivated an even richer depth of meaning for not only the gods and goddesses of Olympus but also the humans on the earth. For centuries and thousands of years. From out of the death and darkness of the year, of the loss of crops and loss of soul (Persephone) we discover a hidden mystery. How do we find gold when all seems lost? The secret riddle of alchemy. How do we turn lead into gold?
The wheels turn and turn again. Autumn, winter, spring summer. Fall harvest, winter darkness, spring seeds and sprouts and summer blooms.
We are the seeds being cultivated, being re-wilded, being sown and harvested. We are the seasons of the year. Seasoned by wind and rain, seasoning gardens with love.
life death life is a songline we all know, and we know the rhythm of her story in the deepest essence of our cells. Even if we have forgotten, as humans once forgot to honor Demeter’s gifts, we remember. Through our inner seasoning. As we sing to the fields and forests. As we gratitude the harvests. As we hearth the winter and sprout the new. We are ever changing, ever goldening and darkening and lighting and remembering.
May we Aurum together this gorgeous memory of sun gold. May we enliven what it means to truly be alive.
When we turn towards sunflower and field, the yellowing of the meadows. The soon to be goldening of the leaves, we become more Sun, more gold. More true. More love.
Image: Tijana Lukovic