Outside the window, a heavy rain falls; I hear it tapping on the hallway skylight in a steady beat, providing a soundtrack to my work. I watch the trees sway in the howling wind. Their branches are mostly bare, save for the last few stubborn leaves that continue to hold on.
Whether the branches are holding the leaves or the leaves are clinging to the branches, I’m not sure. One way or the other, Mother Nature’s fierce wind and driving rain will untether them. It’s for their own good.
This is what storms do.
Nature provides a mirror for our own rhythms. As I watch the trees, I also look within:
What am I holding on to? What needs to be untethered from my grasp so that I can open more fully into the next season, so that I may walk with greater confidence into the next phase of my life’s journey?
These are the inquiries of the season.
One way or another, we are forced to let go, to untether from what holds us back.
The only question is: how many storms will it take?