Autumn Teachings on Motherhood

autumn motherhood Sep 25, 2018

©Jane A. Simington PhD.
September, 2018
 


The warmth and beauty of the evening drew me to linger long amidst the splendor of the crimson, yellow and orange displays in my autumn garden. Recalling the gentle nurturing required by the fragile plants in early spring, and the support they needed as they struggled to grow and produce against the challenges of drought and a hot summer sun, I marveled at how their resilience had resulted in such an array of magnificence.

These moments of...
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Thanksgiving Festivals: A Time for Focused Appreciation


©Jane A. Simington PhD.
October, 2017





This evening, I lingered along the lakeshore path, marveling at the Autumn splendor of colored leaves dancing in the evening breeze, listening to the call of Canada Geese winging their way back to the safety of the water; and also, in awe of the brilliance of the soon-to-be-full moon. This Harvest Full Moon coincides with many harvest festivals in the Northern Hemisphere; and in Canada, it heralds the beginning of our Thanksgiving weekend.
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Autumn Harvest Stimulates Life Review

autumn harvest Sep 06, 2016

©Jane A. Simington, PHD. September, 2016

 

In many cultures of the northern hemisphere, the September equinox is the official announcement of autumn. In Greek mythology, autumn is associated with when the goddess Persephone returns to the underworld to be with her husband Hades. It was supposedly a good time to enact rituals to invoke protection and security as well as to reflect on successes or failures from the previous months.



As I gather the last produce from my summer...

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Autumn Gifts: Lessons of Death and Rebirth

autumn cycles Sep 09, 2015

©Jane A. Simington, PhD.
 
The gardens have lost their freshness and here and there along the path red and gold leaves show themselves, like the silver hairs that now appear among my blond ones. The autumnal changes that awaken the cyclic rhythm within my own life cause me to once again reflect on how the shadow of summer’s death turns me inward, tearing away the veil revealing all that is now a part of the past.
 


My son died in autumn. He had been in the springtime of...
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