In all the days of the year the days of fall are my love language. I grow in the fall. Meaning, fall is always the time when I reflect, change, take action, and make plans. Plans to change. Plans to improve. Plans to become a better version of myself.
At the same time things die all around me. Leaves turn and fall. The lawn goes brown and crunchy. The last of the season fruit falls from the trees to rot on the orchard ground. The spiders spin their webs from window to eave to door frame. Night comes sooner and there is a chill in the air. This contrast between new and old. Rebirth and death.
We know that this cycle, this tension between rebirth and death is ongoing. We all struggle to make sense of it, but every fall it feels as if it is in our grasp.