Asters
As the summer sun fades come late summer/early fall in New England, it is time for the Asters to bloom. It is their time to scatter themselves throughout sun-drenched fields and gardens and add a beautiful deep purple color to the fading amber woods. And in the fading light of the autumn days, butterflies and bees are busy collecting the last pollen and nectar of the season.
There is a slowness now, a lull, a quietude that comes with the Asters. I sometimes feel like I am in between breaths in their presence. They offer a stillness and patience for us to ease through the cycles of life. They tell us it is safe to let go. They want us to listen to the wise ones, the ones who remember all the beginnings and endings. The partings and the sweet sorrows. The cycles of life.
They soothe my longing for the wildness of summer where the sun was high and bright and vibrant and there was freedom in the long days and gentle sweetness in the quiet mornings and in the anticipation of each flower coming to life and each bird teaching its young. They ease the feeling of these loves lost.
Asters are about transformation and about soothing transformation, the changes that are welcome and those that are not. They are about offering us a hand to hold. Ever patient. Ever tolerant. Ever kind. And best of all for me… Ever unruffled.