Reflective autumn

Look, the trees

are turning

their own bodies

into pillars

of light,

are giving off the rich

fragrance of cinnamon

and fulfillment,

the long tapers

of cattails

are bursting and floating away over

the blue shoulders

of the ponds,

and every pond,

no matter what its name is, is

nameless now.

Every year

everything

I have ever learned

in my lifetime

leads back to this: the fires

and the black river of loss

whose other side

is salvation,

whose meaning

none of us will ever know.

To live in this world

you must be able

to do three things:

to love what is mortal;

to hold it

against your bones knowing

your own life depends on it;

and, when the time comes to let it go,

to let it go.

(Mary Oliver: In Blackwater Woods)

Fi Bailey of “Write To Be Known” share this beautiful poem on last week’s WanderWomen event, around the fire, after a popular creative and reflective writing workshop at Whitmuir Farm.

How lucky are we to live in a country that has seasons! Looking out the woolly jumpers already!

For event bookings with WanderWomen, nature connection and mindfulness, look no further.

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