It’s late Summer. If you’re like most people, you are doing all you can to squeeze the goodness out of these last luscious days, and to enjoy connection with nature, friends, family and your body in the radiance of the season.
It’s a precious time when our lives, like the trees, are fruit laden. We buzz with the nectars of sunlight and shared community. We pulse erotic juice into our movement – a delicious expression of expansive energy. We play. We are blessed in sweet anticipation of fall’s harvest.
At this point in the cycle, it’s good to take a pause and observe. Ask: what am I harvesting? What is the fruit of all this connection? What seeds are being planted? In me? In others through me? Which ones am I willing to water and steward – not just for a little while, but in the deepest currents of my soul and lifestream?
Autumn is coming, and with it Harvest Time. As we, the human animals, play in Summer’s radiance, traversing coasts, attending festivals, prepping for Burning Man and other late Summer gatherings, it’s good to turn towards our hearts, our beloveds and our communities and ask: What are WE harvesting?
Is it new work, new love, a deeper turning towards something difficult, a greater commitment to something beautiful, an emergent sense of purpose, or the setting down of some old weight so you can walk tall again? What steps are you taking to bring the accumulated energy of this time of light into the assimilative and co-creative time of Autumn?
This love dance we are in is a dance for the future of humanity. As the elders have said, “we are the ones we’ve been waiting for.” It is for us to birth an emergent pattern for our tribes – one that works FOR life.
This is my prayer for our dances: that they seed and bring to fruit the visions and connections, the courage and the surrender, the persistence and the joy, to feed and fuel an emergent regenerative culture.
May every step be experienced as the surrender of the fruit – a ripe and honest death – a rebirth into trust. As Summer yields to Autumn, to Winter and to Spring, may each season’s precise mirror bring us ever more deeply into harmony with the implicate order of life – the sacred cycles that our lives, dreams and daily acts co-create as a love dance of spirit and matter.
I invite you, in these last long days, to bring your heart’s deepest longing and your authentic presence lovingly into your dances, into all of your relating. Look into the eyes and hearts of your beloveds. There, we will find our next steps.