The healing tradition that I am part of works very closely with the shifting patterns of energy in the earth. I have been aware, from a nagging sense, that I have not been paying sufficient attention to them recently.
It's been a glorious summer and an active one, but over the last week I have found myself repeatedly taking my shoes off and walking barefoot over the grass. I wondered why, until I realised that it is because the energy of late summer (or Indian summer) is earth, and walking barefoot over the grass is the simplest way of re-connecting with it.
In days gone by the fire energy of the summer months was too much for my system and I would invariably get a migraine at the solstice and so looked forward to autumn when things cooled down as a result. As I have grown older I have got better at guarding against this and the fierce energy of summer doesn't undo me as it used to, although it has had an interesting effect on L and his friends who have become exhausted by the heat and complained of "not being able to think or function properly" as a result.
The energy of late summer is gentler; a good time to reflect back on all that has been achieved and a time to prepare for the coming winter. I like the sense of change and rejuvenation our seasons bring us here in the Northern Hemisphere and I try to live my life in accordance with them, shifting my own energies and expectations in line with the subtle changes that occur in the earth. And so I enjoy the sharpness in the air and the upsurge of a different kind of energy hinted at by the nights drawing in and I like the suggestion of frosts and falling leaves to come.
The moths know all about the seasons changing. They are fewer in number now and their species have altered over the last few weeks with an increasing number of autumnal colours to be found. For example, this Sallow was in the box this morning (along with 6 more hornets). I've never seen one before so was very pleased to get it. Its resemblance to an autumn leaf is evident I think.
Also in the box was this gorgeous Burnished Brass, who amply reflects the golden colours of early autumn when the late summer sun shines through the turning leaves.
I'm pretty sure this is a Common Wainscot, although a darker more autumnal version than its paler early summer relatives.
Finally, t'is the season to Make Jellies. Here are the (so far) fruits of my labours.
Bullace & Apple
The bullace (wild plums) are from trees in the vineyard, which is now so overgrown it requires serious commitment to go hedgerow harvesting there, and the apples come from one of our trees in the garden. I have a pile of blackberries waiting to be jellied this evening. We eat the results as jam spread on toast, or as an accompaniment to meat.
After the bramble jellies are done I shall be on the hunt for Rowan Berries, which make a fantastic bright orange jelly that goes well with roast meats and looks impressive in a jar.
Right, I'm off for another run now, because, unlike the first time when I couldn't walk for three days afterwards without wincing, surprisingly I wasn't as stiff as a board after the last one and it turns out that sort of thing is Really Quite Encouraging when you're engaged on a new fitness regime.....
Wishing you all a peaceful evening, whatever you are doing.