Letting go…

As autumn draws inexorably towards the Long Cold, we, too, draw inwards. Observing the inevitability of change, and loss and dying off, melancholy tugs at our hearts. Autumn is the season of the Lung, whose emotion is grief and sadness and whose element is metal. In Hindu thought, Shiva rules the moribund phase of things…that which must be left to die, so leaving space for that which is yet to come.
Last night, we built a mandala of autumn fruits and leaves. We then, privately, chose and noted the thing whose release is nigh. Next, our papers were thrown on the roaring fire and transformed to ash. Afterwards, tea and biscuits and free dancing.
Thank you.
Tomorrow, yoga@Prana, Benidorm, 9AM, 2PM…AUM