🍂 The Turning Soul: Finding Beauty in Decay

There’s a moment each year — subtle, almost sacred — when you realise summer has slipped through your fingers.

The air sharpens. Leaves begin to curl. And the trees, in all their wisdom, begin to let go.

This is the season of the Turning Soul — the part of you that doesn’t fear the fall, but leans into it. That knows beauty isn’t only in the bloom, but in the wither. The crack. The crumble.

In nature, decay is not failure. It is transformation. It is soil in the making. And in our own lives, endings are where new truths grow — quietly, slowly, beneath the surface of what seems to be fading. 🍁 Why We Resist the Fall We’re taught to fear endings. To cling. To keep blooming. Keep going. Stay bright.

But just as the leaves burn gold before they drop, sometimes our most radiant growth happens right before we surrender.

And sometimes, surrender is the growth.

🌾 The Wisdom of Decay Autumn teaches us this: – That what falls becomes what feeds. – That roots deepen when the surface softens. – That beauty does not always mean polished or perfect.

There’s soul medicine in a fallen leaf, in a mossy log, in the quiet rings of a tree that has stood through centuries of change.

There’s beauty in the unbecoming.

🪨 A Stone for the Turning Soul In the Fallight collection, one of the most grounding stones is Petrified Wood — ancient trees transformed through volcanic ash and time into stone, their growth rings forever preserved.

Petrified Wood carries the energy of patience and ancient wisdom: of cycles remembered, of roots deepening, of strength found in stillness.

It teaches you how to stand firm when everything shifts. To hold memory without clinging. To trust the slow transformation of your own becoming.

🍂 Journal With Me If you’re moving through your own season of turning, ask yourself: – What am I ready to release? – What part of me is asking to be composted — not discarded, but transformed? – Where can I find beauty in the parts of myself I usually hide? Write it under a blanket, by a window, with a warm drink. This is soul work. Autumn work. 🌙 In Closing The Turning Soul doesn’t rush. She doesn’t resist the fall. She honours it — leaf by leaf, layer by layer.

She knows that endings are not endings at all. That shedding is sacred. That even in stillness, there is becoming.

So if you find yourself slowing down, softening, rooting deeper… You are not lost. You are simply turning. And that, dear soul, is a kind of blooming all its own.

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