The love of autumn runs through my spirit. The colours are bold, homely, and substantial, yet they call to remember our Earth and all she sacrifices for us.
Upon the hill, I stand as still as the trees, not frozen, for just as their twigs move, so does my long hair. My eyes close as tousled black ribbons whip about my face, the wind blowing air fresh as any after a rainstorm.
After a few deep breaths, my eyes open, and I take in the view. The fields reminded me of a quilt mother once made; instead of her purples and blues, it's the earthen colors of early autumn.
The cultivated fields were many shades of brown. Even the pastures are dull rather than having the bright hue of new growth. The mountains were covered with a rug of trees, green, yellow, scarlet, and orange, but their bare tops were scarfed and beribboned with snow. Orange and purples spread across the sky, clouds framed with silver and gold by the sun and moon who shared the sky for these short moments.
I closed my eyes again, becoming one with the wind, moving the leaves, my partner in this joyous dance. Together we twirl in many colors, my body surrendering its needs to serenity and bringing inner harmony.
These moments with nature are my treasure, my sanctuary from the demons invading my life. I opened my arms wide as the wind carried me, releasing the labels and emotions placed upon me by the people surrounding me. Every sense of nature converges into a singular energetic joy. It's a feeling passing between each living creature, a tangible and blended bond—a melody beyond the range of ears but available for the heart.
My body grew light, and I lifted along with the leaves in the air, the vibrant colors spinning around me. I breathed, allowing my body to relax before whispering, "Create in me, a wash heart O Goddess and renew a steadfast spirit wi'in me."
"Why do you hide yourself, my child?" A soft voice echoed through the gale.
"To do juist that..." I whispered. "If thay knew who I am. Na, WHAT I am, I'll..." The words left me as the wind suddenly grew in strength. The black faded from my hair, revealing my red curls.
"Understand you can be yourself here. There's no judgment, hatred, or uncertainty amongst macrocosm." To my chin, the side of my face radiated with warmth as if a warm hand stroked the surface. "The Cosmos is your home..."
I frowned. "I don't feel lik' it should be...Not after the sins I'm cursed to remember."
"No soul walks this Earth without sin, my child. The Cosmos will forever be your home...I will always welcome thee with open arms. Come, release your fears and worries. Let the Earth cleanse you."
The leaves resumed promenade, and soon after, balls of blue, green, and purple light began swirling together as if carried with the wind's currents before the balls stopped and surrounded my body. My body grew warm as if wrapped in an embrace, soft words whispering in my ear.
"Release the impure vehemence, my child, and be cleansed."
I closed my eyes, allowing my body to surrender to the cosmic energy pulsing within me, combining with my essance. I let the cosmos access my consciousness, giving all that I am. I kneel in a beautiful surrender, and in return, I feel connected in the right way. It reminded me of the warmth, love, and belonging in my mother's embrace.
The Cosmic energy won its battle with the dark virility accumulating inside me, leaving my body feeling light as if an immense weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I release all things from the past, moments that have caused adverse outcomes and attachments. I welcome the happiness in my smile.
The energy left my body, and I opened my eyes. The vortex of color swirled about before seeping down and disappearing into the Earth.
The wind halted, gently lowering me to my feet as I stared at the horizon, the leaves falling around me. A single green, almost golden leaf pirouetted down an invisible spiral of breeze, spinning through the air, letting itself be carried down. The plate shook as if it could have been whisked away any second but kept floating down the twirling course.
It blew past my face and landed lightly on the ground, the shiny, vibrant color standing against the ambers and bronzes beneath it. It was so delicate, I wanted to reach down and pick it up and hold it close to my heart, but something told me it belonged there—this corpse of what was once summer.
The yellow ball of fire sinking in the sky changed to orange and almost tangerine. It merged with the sky, like syrup dissolving in a glass of water. The clouds were cotton candy as they blushed at the warm touch of the sun. And the most prominent star had set in just a while, giving way to a thousand others.
A sign it was time to head home.