I've just shared this week's reflection with my email community and wanted to bring it here too. I'd love to know whether it resonates with you. As you read, notice what comes up. Have you experienced your own "descent" recently? 🌗 (IYKYK.) Was it through your body, your relationships, your work, or simply a feeling that something within you was asking to be let go? I'd love to hear your reflections below. ❤️ --------------------------------------------- My husband knows.... "Are you feeling wistful?" and whilst he says it with a cheeky grin on his face, he wraps his arms around me, because he knows. Yep, it's the descent. That time when Inner Autumn energy intensifies, drawing us inward, to journey closer to ourselves. The time in between the full Summer sun and the depths of Winter. The transition from light to dark. Where letting go is a gift, which also feels like a curse. And where we meet ourselves at the edge of what was and what will become. Because letting go rarely feels graceful when we're in it. It's messy, it's raw, it's painful, and it can really feel like losing ourselves. And yet really, we're only losing the parts of ourselves that we've outgrown. For us women, this is the luteal stage in the monthly cycle. Where oestrogen dominance is superseded by progesterone. Where the body prepares for its shedding of the uterus lining. In plain English, it's what we commonly refer to as our pre-menstrual phase. This relates also to Peri-Menopause. The time where we journey through all of that on a much wider scale. The microcosm of that short Inner Autumn season becomes a fully lived life experience that can last for many years. I often refer to this time as the "WTF! Phase." 😳 But jokes aside, Inner Autumn isn't just about PMS, as it's widely viewed by society. It's so much more. It's an energetic shift. It's not just about losing hormones, it's about losing certainty. Outdated ways of coping. Identities that no longer fit. It's about our relationship with ourselves, our bodies and our lives beginning to change.