Thursday musings on seasonal invitations, creative destruction, and conversations that need catching up.
Yesterday morning at dawn, walking with the ducks through grass heavy with dew, I noticed the first big leaves dropping despite the heat. It wasn’t the gradual yellowing of October but the sudden surrender, as if they’d gotten the memo that fall is ready, even if the calendar isn’t.
The air smells different. Dry leaves are underfoot. There’s a particular slant of light that makes everything look like a memory before it becomes one.
Fall doesn’t wait for permission. It arrives when it’s ready in ways your soul recognizes before your mind catches up.
This week, I started gutting my vintage Airstream. Paint swatches in one hand, fabric samples in the other, seventeen browser tabs open for fixtures, lighting, floors, and cabinetry. Creative destruction at its finest. Tearing apart something beautiful to build something truer.
And I realize, this is what fall does to all of us.
When seasons speak first to the soul
Fall’s invitation isn’t gentle. It’s the season that says, What are you still carrying that no longer serves you? What needs to be composted so something else can grow?
Your soul has been three steps ahead all summer. It’s been collecting information, sensing shifts, and preparing for changes your conscious mind hasn’t even acknowledged yet. Now fall arrives, early and insistent, and asks you to catch up with what your soul already knows.
Have you been feeling it, too? That restless energy that isn’t quite dissatisfaction but isn’t contentment either. It feels like something wants to shift, evolve, and be rebuilt from the inside out.
The catch-up conversation
There’s this moment every fall when I realize my soul has been having conversations without me. It’s been making plans, sensing directions, and recognizing patterns I’ve been too busy to notice.
Fall becomes the season of catching up, not with your to-do list, but with your own deeper knowing. And definitely with the version of yourself that’s been quietly simmering all year while you were focused on everything else.
It’s intimate work, this catching up. And the kind that happens in early morning conversations with yourself, or late-night realizations that shift everything. The kind that needs witness, companionship, maybe someone who can help you decode what’s been stirring.
How souls need seasonal support
Some transitions require community. I get that. But others need the intimacy of one person who really sees you, who can help you name what’s unnamed, process what’s unprocessed, and integrate what’s been waiting in the wings.
I’ve been sensing this need in my own work. It’s a pull to deeper seasonal companionship. A recognition that soul work happens in seasons, and it helps to have someone to walk through the seasons with you, email by email, revelation by revelation.
That’s why I’ve created something new for fall. A 45-day soul companionship from September 15th through Halloween. It’s not a course you complete. It’s intimate correspondence that meets you where you are and helps you catch up with everything your soul has been preparing.
We’ll exchange emails as often as you need. You, bringing the questions, what’s happening, what’s not, the resistance, the patterns you don’t have words for yet. Me, reflecting back soul-level clarity, past-life connections when they surface, and the seasonal energy that helps it all make sense.
Fall is asking something different of us this year. It’s something about releasing what’s lovely but no longer true. And letting the Divine Feminine’s deep listening guide us to what wants to come through. It’s also about building structures that can hold the new versions of ourselves.
Maybe you’re feeling that, too. It’s like an invitation to go deeper, be witnessed in the seasonal shift, and finally catch up with everything your soul has been preparing while you weren’t looking.
If so, this fall companionship might be exactly what your soul is asking for as a way to honour the season’s call with someone who can help you name what’s stirring, integrate what’s shifting, and trust what wants to take shape.
I’ll sign off with my paint-splattered hands and gratitude for all the seasons that teach us perfect timing,
Jonni
PS: If you’ve been sensing that you’re ready for something deeper this fall, an intimate and unique kind of seasonal support that helps you catch up with your own becoming, email me at jonni@drjonni.com. I’m creating something intimate and responsive for this exact invitation, and I’d love to tell you more.
