Yona Welcomes Autumn

September 30, 2020 |

As I sit outside again, I recognize the gentle caress of the fall breeze that appears as a crisp cool morning surrounded by fog. The air filled with small birds headed south ahead of the long shadows of the coming winter. Listening to the Wind Nation People who bring forth the tells of the oncoming cold that finds comfort in the lengthy shadows that reach for the long nights. The Fall breezes of late September are just the beginnings of a story told by nature over and over again. As the colors change so do the tones of nature’s instruments. Once green leaves fade to lime, yellow, corn tassel, and then orange. As the wind’s voice echoes throughout the woods, the sounds of the leaf people rippling and dancing fill the air with a rhythm known to all that live and share a heartbeat: The pulse coming from deep within the heart of Mother Earth and filling every artery and vein with life blood.  Eventually the leaf people gently rejoin with the earth, and the next generation grows underneath its blanket of winter warmth, preparing for the future.

I am so grateful to be home. Thank you Jubilee! for such an outpouring of love and light. All of the kind words, prayers and support, are so well received and appreciated. Within thirty minutes of my return home after two weeks hospitalized, my first visitor wandered thru the back yard and paused briefly to acknowledge my return. Both of us listening to the low murmurs between the wind and the trees around us. Then he made his way on into the woods headed to those places that only bears know of ahead of time.

To sit in silence and listen to the first voice I remember hearing as a child born and raised in these mountains was welcome home enough. To have my four legged relative come by was just an extra baloney sammich in the ol’ picnic basket. (Gluten free bread and phoney baloney for the vegan bears).

As we head into the Via Negativa I look forward to sharing more of the Cherokee perspective of the changing seasons and their effects upon how we live our lives while preparing for the future. Using the past as a map and as a reminder of those things we should remember as One Indigenous Tribe of Mother Earth.

In a good way.

Yona