.....the winds of change

Yogis,

The winds of change unmistakably swept through here Friday night with gusto………

The past month, although the calendar has stated its autumn, has been unusually warm and damp with that muggy air which ensures bad hair days.  Even on Friday I woke to a sticky 70-degree morning with dark heavy clouds that threatened, and delivered, torrential downpours throughout the day with only a moments notice. 

I heard the winds were coming. Preparing for a weekend trip to the beach I trusted they would indeed arrive and packed only pants and long sleeve shirts, leaving the shorts behind. Dusting off my fall boots and tossing a couple of sweater coats into my trunk.

As I slipped into bed that night I opened the window. I wanted to experience them. Be present when change arrived. Feel the shift. Warm air rushed in, along with the patter of rain on the roof. I ran my hand across the window ledge checking to see if it held a pool of water but found only droplets confirming my hope that the rain would remain outside my window and not threaten the wood floor beneath my bed.

For several hours even the thin sheet I lay under felt too heavy on my skin. My arms remaining out of the covers as I dozed. Where were they? Waiting in anticipation for a clear brisk inhale.

Deep in dream, a cool breeze rushed in at last. Starting at my head it rippled down the front of my body. The winds of change had come! Fall had officially arrived. I smiled. I was present. I felt it. I went back to sleep.

We are now in the season of Vata based on the science of Ayurveda.  The season of air, wind and movement. Unpredictable. A time for releasing. A time for change.

The trees will now finally get serious about changing the color of their leaves and effortlessly allowing them to fall without regret.  Squirrels will scurry about, planting nuts in every one of my pots, leaving piles of dirt as evidence. Chipmunks will start preparations on the ‘hidden door’ they place over the burrow. 

Like the natural world around us, we too can catch onto the coattails of the winds of change and alter our path. Perhaps it is the standard changes we want.  The change in diet, a new pair of boots, a shade darker on the hair color. Or maybe this is the year to ask the winds to pick you up, spin you about and drop you facing a new direction. Unlimited possibilities…….

What changes do you want? Stand in the wind with an open body and open mind and ask for a lift. Change is in the air.

Riding the winds of change,
SARAH