The season of the Autumnal Equinox is again drawing close. On September 23rd we mark the official end of Summer and beginning of Autumn.
The harvests make their grand finale, corn, berries, pumpkin are celebrated and assist us in the festivals of harvest and the holidays to come.
Autumn reminds us that everything from the earth has its cycle. In the ancient Celtic way we see the earth as goddess, and at this time she begins her decent back underground.
In Ireland we have a kind of secret fondness for ruins. The fallow fields, the abandoned castle or falling down farmhouse, we somehow sense the old story, the true spirit among the ruins.
Here in the American northeast we have our own ruins. The old farms and silos, empty houses and stores, a forgotten hospital who’s residents are now the mice and birds and local critters.
The great Irish poet and writer John O’Donohue speaks of the neglected places of our souls. “In the neglected crevices and corners of your evaded solitude, you will find the treasure that you have always sought elsewhere.”
In other words when we deliberately take time to sit outside the soul-deadening of daily routines we may find more then we expected within our own forgotten places. “Beauty likes to keep away from the public glare”.
If you find yourself snorting at the idea of your own inner beauty, perhaps in a ravaged body… take a moment to soften that quick self-judgement. As O’Donohue says: “the divine artist sent no one here without the depth and light of divine beauty.”