Autumn is that time when so many endings seem to arrive at once, as the summer skies in which our dreams have soared in days of endless light grow overcast, like the darker mornings that are pointing us toward winter.
The intensity of contrast can be shocking when it appears. It reminds us of all that we do not yet know, and of the freedom in embracing that.
“Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable,” urges poet Mary Oliver.
Theologian Paul Tillich reminds,“The first duty of love is to listen.”
“ … if you are willing to let your heart break completely open, with no internal narrative controlling the opening, you will discover the pure, innocent love that is alive in the core of every emotion, every feeling, everybody,” writes Gangaji. “It remains pure and spacious regardless of change or loss.”
Once this happens, then perhaps we are equipped at last for what these words of ‘Abdu’l-Baha’s invite:
“Make ready thy soul that thou mayest be like the light which shineth forth from the loftiest heights on the coast, by means of which guidance may be given to the timid ships amid the darkness of fog …”
Including those often-timid ships of our own small selves.
Leaf photos courtesy of photographer Nelson Ashberger.