Grieving at The Autumn Gate
As all of nature lets go and returns to the earth, we have a precious opportunity to die to all that no longer resonates with our true essence and passionate path to joy.
Whether or not there are changes and losses occurring in our outer lives as the leaves turn gold and fall, some aspect of ourselves is always changing, releasing and letting go.
Autumn holds a sacred container for us to grieve the current and distant losses that may have been buried in our heart's for many years.
This deep, brave work of grieving revitalizes our cells, frees up our hearts and awakens our compassion.
Tears are a vital medicine for our soul's unfolding.
Here is an invitation to set aside some time to feel, to grieve, to weep, to reflect and release the outer shell, the dry and brittle stalks, the crispy leaves and return to the soil of your essence.
Perhaps create a ritual, in honor of your tears and hold your own heart through this home coming and consider inviting these plant allies into your life to help you flow through your grief; Elder, Oak, Violet and Wild Rose.
Here is a poem I wrote about my Autumn grieving ritual:
Ritual of Grief
Tonight we are our own Doula
As we light the candles
And pour salt into the water
Choosing all the crying songs
and the bittersweet herbs
Arms encircling this tender shaking body
Rocking in the warm bath of tears
Championing our own selves
Standing watch over the young one within
We dive down deep and brave
Passing through the previously impenetrable places
Where we took those drugs
Where we slammed the door
Where we ran into the wrong arms
We are all here
experiencing every nuance of this painful passage
Through this ring of fire
At the risk of life and death
We birth this total unknown being
And name them joy
-Katie Keath Silva
Hood River December 2017
Hear me read this poem here: