I am 50.
I am autumn.
I am the jet streams trailing against the sky. I have traveled far and my journey is not yet done.
I am abundant. I am maturing and can provide sustenance for myself and others. I have all that I need.
I am autumn. I am interested in the subtleties of life. The black and whites are too bold, too simple, too brash for me…I see the delicate nuances, I look with care. I pay attention.
I am autumn. I am shedding what I no longer need so that the light can shine in.
I am autumn with my wrinkles and dry skin. I have lived a life in sun and rain, and I am part of natures pattern and rhythm.
I am autumn. I am the witching moon, listening to dreams, intuitions and casting spells. .
I am autumn. I am the vibrant-radiance of the morning sky.
I am autumn with my shadows and my deep, dark places. I am autumn, I am bright and intense. I am dark and light. I can shine light into the dark places without fear.
I am the autumn flood. I am emotions which overflow. I am the river which wants to break through the banks that confine me and find my own course.
I am the autumn bonfire; the burning fire of hormones. I am warmth, compassion and companionship. I am the fire of truth burning ever more fiercely to incinerate falsehood and all that is superficial
I am the red of blazing fury, of passion, of the desire to live ever more fully as life shortens.
I am the power of reflection, for myself and for others.
I can see things more clearly; increasingly I see through illusion.
I am part of this huge mystery.
I am autumn, I claim her as my own.