This Too Shall Pass: Fall Mud, Autumn Feelings

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This Too Shall Pass

I've been thinking a lot about time. I suppose fall does that to me. With all the leaves falling and the ground decaying under my feet. It's Mother Nature's most in-your-face reminder that time marches on, things change, release, fall away. And I suppose I feel like being grounded too.

I want my feet stuck deep in the mud. Each year the feeling is the same. The ache for grounding, the need for coziness, the desire to cook hearty meals and wear fuzzy socks. I just want to feel warm and safe and stuck into something solid. No more bouncing around like a beach ball on the waves, just stuck flat to the pavement like a wet leaf.

I start looking forward to all the yearly rituals of the holiday season. The Halloween decorations, the Thanksgiving meal, the Christmas, Christmas, Christmas EVERYTHING. These things are my annual touch stones; my measuring sticks of how far we've come as a family, how much deeper our roots have burrowed, how much wider our life has become. It's reassuring and sad in equal measures.

There are these moments when I'm wearing my rain boots, my hood pulled up, my hands shoved deep in my pockets and yet the sun is still shining hard. In those moments I think everything is going to be okay. We are all going to be just fine. I can rest my weary mind for a moment and know that everything thing will be okay -- not perfect, just okay. The okayest. Moments, just minutes at a time when I hear my children laughing or feel them breathing on my neck while rain pelts our windows and I know -- there is nothing more I need to do in just that moment.

But those moments fade. The worry returns. And I am bouncing once again on waves of discontent.

Something I read recently by Pema Chondron keeps ringing in my ears. It's about the "hot loneliness" inside. In Louis CK's viral video on his rant against cell phones and social media he calls it, "the forever empty... that place where you know it's all for nothing and you're all alone." I've been aware of that place lately. That ocean of loneliness inside. I'm feeling its presence more than ever and noticing all the things I do to keep it at bay: social media, the Internet, busy-ness, cleaning, eating, obsessing. All this just to look away from the hot loneliness that I know is there rolling inside me. An ocean of forever empty.

I'm trying to sit with that feeling more and more. Breathe through it without feeling sea sick. I can only remind myself of something I have heard my whole life and yet have never really understood until now, "This too shall pass."

This Too Shall Pass: Fall Mud, Autumn Feelings
Credit: ryan marsh.

And then all over again I ache for the solid ground. More roots. More boots stuck deep in the mud and my kids racing down the street with red cheeks and buckets shaped like pumpkins. The ritual. The release. The reminders that everything is alright. Good, even.

 

Shannon Lell
www.shannonlell.com

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