an energy prayer on the autumnal equinox

This morning was beautiful - dark and raining.

It felt like a promise.

I am most alive in autumn.

I love the autumn aesthetic, the moody weather, the wardrobe change. I love Halloween.

This is the time of the year when I feel the most clarity, when I am the most empowered, when I am in the deepest union with divine presence.

I move differently through space in the autumn, move differently in my body.

If money were no object, I would buy a big haunted Victorian house with a turret and fill the front yard with pumpkins, throw witchy boho dinner parties with jewel-toned glass goblets in the middle of the woods, and dress in a different elaborate costume every day in October.

I had a childhood friend whose birthday was on Halloween. She also happened to live across the street from a cemetery. Her trick-or-treat birthday parties were amazing.

My great aunt Leona always threw a big family Halloween party. Everyone went all in on their costumes. There was music and laughter. My grandmother sewed matching costumes for the two of us. I loved those parties with all of my heart.

When Tracy and I first started dating, he put on a haunted house for Halloween night. Trick-or-treaters had to walk down a super spooky driveway to get their candy. It was legendary. People came from different neighborhoods just to experience it.

All of my Halloween memories are cinematic.

Whatever it is that I plan or dream or call in at the start of the year seems to always take form in October. The autumn of the year is when the pieces fall into place, when I see the fruits of my labor.

The harvest.

And the harvest always involves a tumble, a shake-up, a falling away.

Here we are at the autumnal equinox, the turning point.

Soon the leaves will blaze and fall.

The earth will begin her descent toward the darkness, preparing once again for the birth of light - but first the darkness. The rich soil, the burst of color and dying back.

If you, too, find yourself in the midst of lessons about letting go, my advice is to immerse yourself in nature.

Feel your roots.

Embrace your wildness.

Listen to the song of the wind.

And most of all, allow yourself to be yourself, fully present, alive, unfurled into love.

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