I’ve always been a very seasonal person. This year, I honored the changing of the seasons with more attention and intention. The slipping from summer into autumn is no exception.
Festive earth-toned vases, leaves, and pumpkins replaced the summertime shells and coastal bits and bobs once autumn officially arrived. Apple scents fill the air instead of clean ocean aromas. Pumpkin spice coffee brews each morning through Thanksgiving, only to be supplanted by peppermint on the morning of Black Friday then hot buttery rum flavor on the first day of the year. Sometime before the end of January, grounds from Rook or Bongo Blend from Bongo Java in Nashville will once again find their way into my filters, but I’ll savor the seasonal flavors until then.
I am content in this season of change. Some things might not be how I would prefer them, and despite the thick layer of fatigue I am wearing as summer morphs into autumn, I am content.
I lay fear to the wayside. The morning’s crisp breeze and the early evening’s sporadic raindrops electrify my face. The sun’s vibrancy energizes me when it rises and its pastel ribbons pacify me when it sets.
I move slower, both on purpose and because my body needs to in this season. Walking at a slow-moving pace has become the norm for me. While some might see it as a curse, I see it as a blessing because I have more time to notice and appreciate my surroundings.
I currently prefer cozy to noise and solitude to large gatherings. As the leaves change from muted to vibrant to bland, they will soon be released by their branches and crisp as they become part of the Earth. I’ll heed their lesson and let things that no longer serve me go while turning inward to cultivate my inner peace before it crisps into oblivion.
I’ve been collecting the little serendipitous moments I notice throughout my days and trust each is a piece to a completed puzzle of purpose.
This smattering of observations leads me to thinking about Japan’s 72 Microseasons. I first learned about them through this short video on the Headspace app:
Click here to see a presentation about the microseasons as a part of my yoga teacher training.
I’ve completely adopted the microseasons into my days. The seasons actually begin in February instead of January, and they can help us be more present by observing the subtle changes in nature. Most of those changes in Japan align with our climate and natural calendar here in the Northeast. Scroll down for a downloadable worksheet I created for a list of all of the microseasons.
The microseason for today, September 28, is “insects hole up underground.” Yesterday morning, while walking to my car at 5:40 AM to leave for school, I heard less insect songs and noise than I had earlier in the week.
If the class isn’t an option for you, consider reflecting upon both your current season and the current microseason in your journal every day. Steal even just five minutes from your day and hide in your closet if need be. Acknowledging your right-now self can help with acceptance and a sense of worth. What came before no longer matters. What does matter is you, in this moment, exactly as you are.
And you are perfection.

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Jill
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