UNTAMED OCEANS

Surrendering into the moist darkness of this season. Into the stark contrasts formed by dimmed light and a shallow sun setting in the horizon.

I breathe in miniature raindrops that have sprinkled the air by millions. And I enjoy their company, as I do the company of those that have ventured into the autumny wet grounds too, from afar.

The wet, and grey accompanies our journey inwards, riding the last rays of fierce fire, suspended halfway, mid air somewhere, held motionless in space and time.

My in-breath moves me up, and up, and out, resting there for a while... Until another drop lands to melt me into the depth and bittersweet darkness of myself, into the ground.

My breath releases slowly, long and heavy. Sad, but content. And there's relief as I stand here, thoroughly planted like the old oaks rising to my right. Yet flexible to move through the landscapes of my inner world.

In this moment they are a mirror image of my surroundings. Gently winding hills, deep forests, old growth, wide meadows and views of an unending sea. It's like a dance on the ocean. Spectacular and beautiful.

Some parts of me too well tamed. They yearn for the wild, unbroken nature of themselves. A little less spoiled by societal interference, but mainly my own beliefs and disbeliefs.

Some parts more free.

And there's the all so familiar whisper of autumn. The companionship, to envelope life in silence.