Autumn Discomfort

a devotional for late summer

Thank you for joining us! Before we begin our devotional, I wanted to share a Comment Highlight from last week:

Our discussion last week was all about the good habits we collect that may be worth re-examining. Holly Rabalais commented:

Getting involved in all the community things--the monthly town meeting, the clean-up days, the markets, the parades. I’m in a season where I need to draw inward a bit, to take care of myself and my family. There aren’t enough hours in the day to do it all...so I’m not! Sometimes we have to choose between better and best. I’m choosing best.

I know I appreciated Holly’s comment, and others clearly did, too! Holly writes a wise and wonderful newsletter here on Substack called Release and Gather. Check it out!

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Now, on with this week’s devotional…

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with the sweetness of September
comes a yearning sound, 

as though the Artist
dipped His brush
in the unnameable color of grief

and splashed it across the sky
the trees
the sun's face;

and those of us who know lament
by one or two hues
are taken aback

to see it vivid
vibrant
bold;

the color of September is a mystery
that we already know the answer to

but have no name for. 

There are those who love fall and cannot wait for it to arrive, and there are those who can’t stand the thought of autumn’s arrival and try to hold out for just a little bit longer.

This devotional is for the second group, bless you. Because I see you, and I feel a real twinge of sympathy for you. I’m sure that all the talk of sweater weather, pumpkin spice, back-to-school, and other fall trappings has you grinding your teeth already. If you love the warmth and sweetness of summer, then fall probably feels like the end of something. It probably feels like a sort of annual grief.

I submit to you that that’s exactly what fall is. A sort of grief. The end of something.

All of the things that autumn-lovers love about fall—pumpkin spice, sweaters, candles, cozy, etc—are at their heart the result of the year’s decline. Pumpkins and apples are finally ripe and can last through the winter. Spices like cinnamon, ginger, and cardamom are all warming to the body. The cold, rainy, darker weather necessitates cozy clothes, blankets, and candles (for ambiance, of course).

Even though we’ve created a system where we artificially speed up in the fall because it’s when we start our school year, our bodies want to slow down. They are built for it. Sluggishness, cozying up our burrows, and eating higher-calorie foods are all natural aspects of the body’s reaction to shorter days and cooler weather.

And yes, there are people who love those things. I am most partial to spring, myself, but fall is a close second because my hobbit-heart does love any excuse to be cozy.

But I also understand if you don’t like those things. We all grieve in different ways. I suppose the best way to approach the discomfort that often arises with autumn is to recognize, first, that you are grieving. And second, that grief is not linear. You are allowed to process it any way that you need to. It will pass, if given the space.

In this autumnal season, as we draw closer to the season of Samhain and All Hallows’ Eve, there will be much talk in this newsletter about ghosts, ancestors, grief, and the hope surrounding our dealings with death.

But that’s for later.

For now, let us all muse upon the subtle romance inherent to the inevitability of decline. In this world, things end. And autumn can be our teacher if we allow her to be. We can sit with her in this annual grief, bring her our discomfort, and find mysterious healing hidden deep in her embrace.

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