Sacred Seasons: The Whispers Of Autumn

Autumn, Water, Metal, Earth, Quicksilver

Farewells are always bitter sweet, the memory of pure joy and bliss of all the wondrous lush and beauty, the sweet smell of new born life as it unfolds and releases its fresh scent into the ever swirling streams of air, the baby soft down feathers fluttering about as the red and golden leafs slowly drop revealing the marvelously constructed, and yet now empty nests they had been sheltering...protection from the hot sun, winds and rains are no longer needed. Do as the trees do, as the birds take flight drop the dew of your breath upon theirs wings and send them off with blessings filled with the remembrance of the past sacred seasons happily spent together. Bid them to share the gentle touch of sweet fulfillment of longings and hopes everywhere they travel.

As the trees start to undress and prepare for a much needed rest, they drop the dew of their breath over us and whisper secret blessings upon us. The sweet fruits of red, blue and purple say, "take of me and remember the sacred waters and the sacred dust of earthy elements mixed within that course through out all our veins".  The golden fruits of yellow and orange say, "take of me and remember the sacred waters you were formed in." The Lord and Lady whisper, "remember all the ones before you, that brought you forward, remember you are the sacred fruit of the vine and the root that was fed and nourished with light from the Evergreen tree above, you were gifted by these and now carry within your own seed of light. Remember how you gently unfolded down into the living waters and was received and accepted as a most precious creation, these living waters gifted to you, your own ever filling chalice that runs over in abundance. Wherever the wings of the Morning takes you, you shall never lack or want for anything. Remember the sacred Evergreen, for he shall be with you always."

As the natural world around us pours out and gives of its last blessings for this season, we are being called into our own currents and rhythms urging us to finish our own libations and offerings of blessings to be added into the flow of sacredness toward All.  We are reminded by the Sacred Source of all rivers, that even though our side of the world is drawing within for its sacred sleep, the same life giving waters do flow eastward out of the temple, as it weaves its circuit and course in all directions rising above all elements and dropping below all elements, we have the wheel of the year that all seasons are occurring, that there is always those awakening toward the world to raise up the waters of life giving blessings. So, as you pour out your seasonal blessings, freely give back the best you have to give and know that it shall return to you within the sweet dew of the next morning season. 

Many Blessings

~Cizz

Ruth (Sacred Love)

Ruth Holcomb Powell

Aug. 10th 1941- Sept. 2nd 2017

I lift you up and cherish the gifts, lessons and message you brought to us and for us...
These most precious of all things, they can not be bought, nor can they be sold, for you brought them forward to all of us.

When I look at your hands and I search out the works of those most beautiful of hands, I can see your works, I can see that you brought forth all the ancestors of our past generations. Within the gathered assembly of your two hands, I can see my grandmother and I can sense my grandfather and I can hear all of the grands from our past. When I look at my own hands, I see you there in the midst of them. You bring to me a new sense and meaning of what it is to be a sacred speck within a grand and vast gathering, dancing, swirling and floating about within the ancient flow that brings life to all that will open to receive its flow.

You were planted under a great evergreen pine tree, a tree that never sleeps and yet it never awakens, through out all our seasons it has remained steadfast, an ever watchful, patient guardian that reminds us that there is within us a part that needs no sleep and needs no wakefulness, it lacks in no thing and therefore contains within it all things. This tree greets us with celebration at every season of our life. And its companion tree which you lay beneath is small and yet most beloved, it brings love in a sweet and simple spirit that reaches out to all that feel insufficient and insignificant. Our dogwood tree who's spirit has chosen to grow low and close to all that it holds precious and sacred...

But the sweetest things in life are always free
Like the songs the birds would sing
And the sweet new grass of spring
And the sacred blossoms on the dogwood tree

– Heartsong: Dolly Parton

It wasn't until I stood sheltered under these trees and had a sacred family secret revealed to me...

Your most beloved and favored conveyed it to me...

He said he couldn't withhold these hidden seeds, they come at no cost and they freely feed...

He proclaimed... "Aunt Ruth found favor in me!"

Then each little bird sang, "and in me", "and in me",  "and in me".... we are all favored under aunt Ruth's tree. We all received that sacred seed, by water and blood it will feed, ever flowing in the gentle touch she bestowed on me...and me..and me...

From the mouth of our smallest, sweetest little seed, she called out, "Aunt ROOF!"

She sheltered me...and me...and me...

A season well lived and a harvest well received, everyone and everything that enters under the wings of my tree, help me to remember the sacred seeds of the evergreen tree who saw it all and celebrated, one by one, the personal sacredness of "We".