Let The Seasons Change You

Have you ever seen a phrase or an image and it strikes a chord right in your very being? Where, as soon as you see it, you can feel the resonance like a full body HECK YES, 1000%, no truer words hath ever been spoken?

This happened to me when I saw the phrase on this T-shirt in the Portland airport.

Let the seasons change you.

I was on my way home from my first of many weekends traveling to do more study of craniosacral therapy with Moving Mountain Institute. My colleague and I stopped into this little airport shop with really fun clothing, accessories, mugs, hair clips, jewelry, gifts. Seriously, so much cute and quirky stuff!

I saw this shirt and felt that ping of resonance saying “THIS. TRUTH.”

I didn’t purchase the shirt that day, but I couldn’t get it out of my head once I got home. I searched for it online and couldn’t find it.
(In fact, in writing this love note I found I had a started blog post draft back in March talking about this very topic and I was kicking myself for leaving the treasure behind!)
Thankfully, I was back in the Portland airport a couple weeks later and, as you can see, I scooped one up.

Now I get to regularly remind myself whenever I choose to wear this shirt to let the seasons change me, soften me, inform me, inspire me.

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I know I wax poetic about the seasons all the time and it’s one of my favorite things ever to host gatherings around the solstice and equinox transitions, so if you’ve been here in my sphere for awhile, this isn’t a new theme.

With capitalism and the push from productivity and constant growth front and center in the over-culture, it feels like we can’t talk about the pace of nature enough.

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When I was on a personal healing quest whilst living out in New York over ten years ago now, I read a book that opened my eyes to living life with the changing of the seasons and this has made a huge impact on how I like to live my life. Growing up in the Midwest, the switch in seasons is really apparent and there is already a natural change when things get to negative degrees, for example.

My siblings have spent some time living in Rwanda where the sun rises and falls at the same time - give or take 30 minutes - due to being so close to the equator. The seasons changing are a little less obvious there, which I find fascinating!

So despite already living in a climate that has very obvious season changes, I think what was enlightening to me was this idea of making it an intentional time to pause and check in with not only my external environment but also my internal world.

Yes, let’s pull out the thick wool socks and the crockpot. Let’s also see what ways my body wants to slow down and what from my mindset and energy needs to be composted with the veggie garden.

How can we let the pace, the nuance, the nudges of the natural world inspire us to live a little differently for a time?

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This coming Monday is the Fall Equinox. It’s the day where there’s equal parts day and night, where we get to take a moment to reflect on the balance between sunshine and shadow. Sunday is a new moon, so it’s also a beautiful time to set some intentions for the new season and cycle ahead.

Taking even five minutes to feel your feet on the ground, notice your breath, and ask your heart what it wants can be an impactful practice in letting the seasons change you.

As we move into autumn, I’m sending you lots of grounded, supported, creative, and soft energy.

XO!

JOURNAL PROMPTS:

-What perspective, memory, experience, or lesson from summer will you carry with you?

-What has worked really well for you recently? What’s not working so well for you?

-Is there something you are ready to compost, shed, or change right now? Is there something you’ve outgrown that you’re ready to release?

-What kind of nourishment is your body, mind, heart craving? How can you incorporate this type of care into your life that would feed and fuel you?

-What is one thing you are looking forward to over this next coming cycle?

SONG THAT’S STUCK IN MY HEAD: Clearly by Grace VanderWaal on Spotify
Clearly by Grace VanderWaal on YouTube

SONG FOR LETTING GO (PERFECT FOR A LIL BREATHWORK!): Let It Go by PYPR with Jordan Critz on Spotify
Let It Go by PYPR with Jordan Critz on YouTube

Where Does Your Grief Go?

Today’s the death anniversary of my dad and the thought that popped into my head this morning whilst pouring my coffee: “today is the day my life changed forever”.

In reality though, it had already started changing when he got sick and when he shifted into the end stages of the dying process. From March to August, my world was already shifting. But my full arrival into the role of Griefwalker* was made official on this day 27 years ago.

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Anniversaries land different from year to year but the body always seems to remember what day it is.

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This year, I’m thinking about how that young gal didn’t know how to carry all that grief in her 12-year-old body and how proud she would be to know how I’ve learned to ride the waves and hold the space for grief in all its forms. My own specifically AND the grief of others as well.

There’s that quote that says “Grief is just love with no place to go” and while, YES, I love this, how true…. this year I’m thinking about how grief cracks your heart open so your love can spill E V E R Y W H E R E.

If you let it, your grief-love guides your attention to what matters.

Like, the taste of the summer peach, the click click click click of the nails of your furry familiar following you around the house, the warmth in the hug of your best friend, the most gasp-worthy beauty of a sunset, the tiny crinkle lines at the edges of your eyes showing proof of smiles, laughs, years well lived and well loved.

Perhaps this is a lesson embodied when you’ve walked with grief for a while - and maybe not as helpful if grief is raw and new. We don’t bypass the heaviness of grief over here in these parts - there’s space for the full spectrum of being human here in my world.

AND I guess what I’m holding onto today is the reminder that grief doesn’t go away and it isn’t a problem to be fixed, but if we stay with it and let it deepen us, it can change us for the better.

XO!!

*Griefwalker is a term I learned from Stephen Jenkinson.

JOURNAL PROMPT & INSPIRATION:

-What is important to you right now?

-Make a list of things you love.

-If you could describe where you’re holding your grief right now, where would it be?

-One of my favorite poets Andrea Gibson passed away in July and I’ve been inspired by the ways they lived and expressed their life while living with incurable cancer and the impact their death has made on the web of humans who knew them. Now I’m being deeply moved by their wife Meg - also a poet - and the words she’s sharing as she navigates fresh grief. You can check out both of their amazing work on Andrea’s substack, “Things That Don’t Suck”.

SONG I’M LOVING (GREAT FOR LEO SEASON): Lionheart by KAYNAH on Spotify
Lionheart by KAYNAH on YouTube

What I Would Tell 14-Year-Old Helen

Last month, I celebrated a 25 year diagnosis anniersary for type 1 diabetes on Friday, March 14. The milestone health anniversary was bookended this year with heavy barbell squats on the Thursday morning before and a 265 lb deadlift on the Saturday morning after. It made me think about what my body CAN do (hard things) instead of what my body CAN’T do (make insulin to digest sugar).

As I mulled over what I wanted to say about this anniversary, that honestly felt like a second birthday this year (and if you know me, you know how much I LOVE my birthday - a day to relish in the joy of being ALIVE!) and what I’ve learned over the past twenty-five years, I thought about that girl back in 2000 having to learn a new way to care for herself.

And this is what I would tell 14-year-old Helen:

Your strength is in your sensitivity and your ability to be present in the discomfort.

Numbers aren’t good or bad, just a roadmap of where you’re going and where to make adjustments to get where you want to be.

You’ll still be angry about the ridiculousness of health insurance and the cost of life saving medications all these years later, but technology will improve drastically and make your life (and blood sugar management) 100% better.

You’ll find work you love, a community of people you adore, and your family (including the family you married into!) will still be the best support system ever.

Don’t shy away from your grief, your humor, your joy. They are your superpowers.

Because of the care you give yourself, you’ll have the privilege of growing older: joints that are a little more stiff, cute crinkles at the sides of your eyes, and the start of Bonnie Raitt-esque white hairs.

I’m proud of us.

Keep your chin up, remember what’s important about being alive, savor the sweetness in all the things, and lean into your heart. It won’t steer you wrong!

Now over to you… what would you say to your younger self? How old is that version of you and what would you need to hear?

XO!

JOURNAL PROMPTS: 

—Looking back on where I’ve been and how far I’ve come, what would I say to my younger self?

-In honor of spring growth, what seeds am I wanting to plant? What have I already planted that’s already taking off and starting to bloom?

-With the seasonal shift from winter to spring, in what ways does my body, mind, spirit need nourishment? Where can I change my care plan, routine, rituals, habits to fit my current needs in this moment?

SONG FOR ARIES SEASON: Still A Fire by MILCK on Spotify
Still A Fire by MILCK YouTube version

SONG FOR RETURNING TO YOUR CENTER: now by John Pattern + Ram Dass on Spotify 
now by John Patter + Ram Dass YouTube version

Shedding Skin & How My Dream Helped Process Grief

How are you holding up out there in this wild, chaotic, overwhelming world?

It’s been since July of 2024 since I’ve written a blog post about my current musings and I’ve missed popping in your inbox from time to time.

(most of my blog drafts start out that way… “it’s been awhile since I’ve written…”
so I haven’t forgotten about you, my beloved email list! Hitting SEND more often this year is something I’m striving for)

But how are you really? How’s your heart? What’s on your mind? How does your body feel?

For me, I’m doing fairly well when I don’t get caught up in the doomscroll of the socials. I find I’m just trying to ride the waves of hope and despair* as I witness what’s happening in the world. 

(*From the words of one of my favorite poets Lyndsay Rush: There is nothing and everything to do / so when the world offers me the choice between hope and despair / I take one in each hand / and let go of what’s heavy. This whole Maggie Smith Said We Could Make This Place Beautiful poem is worth the read.)

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Currently (and finally!), I’m stepping away from a job and income source that hasn’t been a fit for a good while. It’s the Year of the Snake so it feels like an appropriate time for this ending/beginning and I’ve been wondering what it feels like for a snake to shed its skin.

Is it as uncomfortable as I feel to be in the messy middle of transition and change??

On one hand, it feels exciting and freeing. On the other hand, it’s hard to leave a place that feels familiar and end working relationships that I really loved.

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The other day I was driving home from my workout and I put on Defying Gravity from the Wicked Movie (theatre nerd alert!). As I was belting out some of the lyrics and getting emotional, I realized, “Oh. Under my anger is grief.” 

🎶Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts, close my eyes and leap 🎶

Feeling grief for not only how things have turned out and how things could’ve been, but for all the hard things in life that are happening right now.

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A couple nights later in the too-early-to-get-up wee hours of the morning, I had a dream about my dad. For those of you who are newer to my newsletter, my dad passed away from cancer when I was twelve.

In my dream, it was the last few days of my dad’s life but rather than being twelve, I was my adult self. It was so vivid that it woke me from sleep and I could literally feel the deep grief well up in my body and release through my tears, grateful to have one of my pups in bed to snuggle.

Feeling grief for not only how things have turned out and how things could’ve been, but for all the hard things in life that are happening right now.

Dreams (or visions in breathwork) like this have happened to me before where I get to process my trauma and loss as an adult and wow, what a powerful experience to have the subconscious (or other states of consciousness like in breathwork) help me with my healing.

It was as if a part of me knew that I needed that little pressure release valve to let out all the heavy and only in the softness of dreamland would I let my armor down for a moment.

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My wish for you on this full moon is to find the spaces and places that let you process all that you are carrying so you can let go of what’s heavy. For you to find your joy and play. For the support you need for your body, mind, heart as you shed any old skins. 

JOURNAL PROMPTS: 

-Is there anything in my life that feels like it’s run its course and needs to change? (Habits, thought patterns, relationships, projects, etc?) 

-Where am I ready to shed? 

-With the full moon, what feels full and good in my life?

-In what ways does my body, mind, heart need nourishment? 

SONG FOR SHEDDING SKIN: Metamorphosis by MILCK on Spotify
Metamorphosis by MILCK Official Audio YouTube version