The Beauty of September

Summer has come to a close and autumn is on our doorstep.

While there are some I know who regret the coming of September as it reminds them that the long, care-free days of summer have passed for another year, I just can’t fathom entering this time of year without the sense of calm grounding that stirs in me every year at this time. For me, September signifies growth. Outwardly, as we look once again to our goals and recommit to them, and inwardly, as we subconsciously root down once again to our work.

Sure, I love summer, too. I love getting outdoors under the hot sun, checking out the festivals and the midways, and taking road trips to the Canadian Rockies. I love to be able to sit out in the backyard on warm summer mornings with a cup of coffee and bask in the quiet morning light.

Still, summer is always full of commitments. We jam the long days full of social events and outdoor activities, always trying to take advantage of what few days of summer we have to enjoy. It often means long, fulfilling days away from home, camping or traveling, living out of our cars and suitcases for a time, getting back to nature, and making lifelong memories.

By the time September does roll around though, I am ready to buckle down and get back to routine. I am ready to have some weekends to myself again and to reorganize our lives after the chaos of summer. As the sultry days of summer pass by, I begin to miss my cozy sweaters and the cool, fresh air. There is even a tiny part of me in this moment of time that looks forward with excitement rather than dread to the clean beauty of a fresh snowfall sure to surprise us any week now.

Every September I find myself reflecting on my younger years when fall meant going back to school, and wading in this nostalgia is a huge part of the draw. The end of summer and going back to school meant new clothes, new supplies, and reconnecting with friends. As kids we would walk to catch our bus down the quarter-mile driveway, passing a half-harvested garden on the right, surrounded by trees that had by now turned to an inspiring variety of golds and reds. Unchaining the long iron gate, we would stand, facing the stead in front of us, but really looking to our right a mile down the straight dirt road until we could see the dust of the coming bus beyond the hilltop. In those first few days of school, everything is fresh, and it always feels like this year is going to be the best one yet.

When I was in university the coming of fall meant I had new classes to take that would help me to propel my career and broaden my mind, and I would gain renewed purpose and responsibility in my days. In these years I would get to buy brand new books, and I could splurge on office supplies (love!), and I knew that the relationships and networks that I would build in the coming year would be of the kind that could last a lifetime.

These days, I am no longer in school (though in my mind, we never really stop being students), and yet I am always brought back to the sentiments of the years that passed before, and it is as though my soul is breathing in the cool air as an elixir of life. After having overwhelmed my senses during the long summer days, the changes of autumn signal a settling of mind and spirit into the routine of success. I look forward every year to the gold leaves and clear blue sky, writing fresh new notes, having interesting new topics and chapters to study, and building up to the excitement and glimmer of Christmas ❤

It’s fulfilling to share that there is something particularly special to me about the new books, pens, paper, and journals that are procured at this time of year, as my sentiment wouldn’t be complete without its mention. A fresh new journal or unmarked notebook is one of my very favourite small pleasures in life. It is an open canvas for learning and reflection and has so much potential within its blank pages, just waiting to be turned into something more. Every time you open up a new notebook to pen it for the first time, you set a purpose, for those pages and for yourself. I just love that feeling, it truly makes my soul sing.

This September, as I begin the merge on to the next great path in my life, I’m going to savour these calm moments of reverence and nostalgia and make use of the renewed focus that the changing of the seasons has offered me. My life is going to change in these coming years, so I am going to appreciate this time of quiet and peace and renew my dedication to how I want to shape my future. I may not ever know by what serendipity things have come together for me this year out of them all, but it feels just right, and there is nowhere in my life I’d rather be right now than this September of 2017.