Connecting With the Energy.

I’ve mentioned a few times on this blog that there’s usually a day in September when I go for a walk and feel that there’s something missing. I’ve always suspected that I was sensing the earth energies – or whatever you want to call nature’s driving force – falling dormant, and that this is the true start of autumn. That day was yesterday.

This morning my walk took me to the top of the lane where I saw a large number of swallows three days ago, hunting in their inimitable fashion over a field at the side of the road. That’s where I mostly see them, but this morning there were none. I looked in all directions but failed to see a single bird, and I assumed that they’d left us and begun their long journey back to South Africa. It saddened me a little because the day was bright and calm and the warmest day for several weeks. And then I made the tentative connection:

Am I right when I seem to sense the fall in the earth energies, and do birds feel the same thing? Is that how the swallows know it’s time to start the return trip?

I can’t know for sure, of course, but it’s good to think that for all I’ve lost interest in what modern western culture has to offer with its gadgets and its choices and its multi-media entertainment, coming to feel a subtle, quiet sense from the heart of nature is a whole lot more valuable.