Autumn – gives us the most, expects the least from us. It feeds us with its fruits, saturates the Earth by rain. Drop by drop, it waters nature thirsty after the summer heat. It paints the world with its colours, producing the last flowers that will delight us even when the first snows fall.
Autumn is a time for nostalgia, for thoughts of loved ones who have departed beyond, or perhaps rather into the Divine light of the Universe. When we miss them, sometimes they reveal themselves to us in dreams, and sometimes they come to us in an unexpected situation – to warn. When a horned deer comes unexpectedly onto the road, they will tell us quietly in the mind – Be careful, slow down.
Historic and forgotten graves that no one remembers anymore, shrouded in mystery and a loop of time, bring us closer to intimacy with the Absolute. As well as shrines that remember ancient times, erected at crossroads and places of remembrance.
The mysteries of autumn are rounded off by the Marigolds, which, according to ancient legends, is said to unite two worlds, the living and the dead. This is why it was often planted in cemeteries.
