All change...

Overnight the calm sunny days of our October Indian Summer have transformed themselves into squalls and turbulence.  The water meadow beyond the river, opposite my home, is covered in new springs, streams and mini-lakes, and the Wye itself is in spate.  Yesterday all the great oaks were covered still in their leaf summer finery, but now their limbs are bare.

 

I don't remember the change from summer to autumn/winter happening so fast ever before, but as I swept leaves as best I could, buffeted by wind and rain, I was exhilarated by the reminder of the power and inexorability of Nature.

I pondered also the synchronicity of the timing of the dramatic switch of season, as the moon becomes full once again, marking the end of another cycle, as October moves to become November, and my work moves to a close in one respect and to a new beginning in another - the ending and beginning of cycles in my life which may impact others too.   As certain people and processes choose to move on away from me, or vice versa, some constants remain, and if I were asked to define which were the most important, I would, I think, identify two:  this place where I live and all within it, and the Masters of Light, Who are with me ever-more strongly in all that I do.  For each I give thanks.