Autumn doesn't ask the leaves to stay

Autumn is my favourite season by far. Where I live, the days are warm and the nights start to become cooler. Coming off the back of summer holidays, most people have a lot of energy and life is busy but there is an invitation somewhere in the air to start to slow down. I find myself being very reflective. The earth starts to have that pungent earthy smell and there is a feeling of letting go. Often there is a bit of sadness in the air; grief for the ending of what has happened and also what didn’t come to fruition.

Midlife is the autumn season of our life and I find that all these feelings are mirrored in people’s experience at this time. Yet many of us struggle to deal with the Autumn season of our life.

Nature does not cling to what has completed its season. Yet humans often do. We hold onto identities, roles, relationships, beliefs, coping strategies, and versions of ourselves long after they have fulfilled their purpose. Much of the suffering of midlife comes not from change itself, but from our resistance to the natural ending of things.

One thing that strikes me is how many humans see decay and loss as personal failure rather than a natural cycle of life. Autumn's leaves falling isn't a failure of the leaf or a punishment for anything, it's the design working correctly. Often I find with clients in midlife transitions, whether they are dealing with divorce, career endings or kids leaving home; they often carry a private sense that the loss means they did something wrong, or that they should have been able to prevent it. There is a natural intelligence in our body, we have these things called emotions that are superb at helping us process life and our experience of being human. It is just that modern culture doesn’t really like them, so many of us repress them so we can keep functioning. You know the leaves fall so the tree can bud again. Grief and sadness are regenerative, they help us let go of what we have loved that we have lost. Sometimes what we are losing is that is part of ourselves that we can let go of because it was an adaptive survival strategy that we created as a child and we don’t need it any more. It is not serving us in our adult relationships.

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“If I was tucked inside a clock, then Autumn would be the magic hour.”

— Victoria Erikson

Autumn doesn't ask, bargain, or explain itself to the leaves, it simply arrives, and the season changes regardless of whether the leaves are ready. There's no negotiation, no guilt, no over-explaining. One thing I find about the midlife season of life is that for many people it highlights where they have been abandoning themselves and their own needs. This often shows up as Anger. Anger tells us where our body is saying No. It helps us set up our boundaries. No doesn’t have to be coming from a fight or flight response. A clean no doesn’t need force behind it for it to be true. This is one of the gifts of midlife, when we pay attention to the anger we find places where we have really porous boundaries and our body is exhausted and finally had enough. When we explore our inner world and find where our Yes and No live inside of us, we get clearer on our desires, what we really want in life. A no that comes when we feel safe, comes from a place of internal certainty that is so settled it doesn’t need defending. That is a no coming from someone who has arrived in a place in their life, where they know down to their bones, who they are.

Many people talk about letting go as a mindset shift, a decision to stop holding on. I don’t agree with this, it is physiological first and the mind follows. Autumn doesn’t decide anything. The leaves release when the tree stops sending resources to it. There is that wisdom again; its time. This reminds me of the somatic process in the body. When the body starts to feel safe, the body starts to let go of old trauma and stress it has been holding onto for a long time. There is a loosening or a letting go that happens before the story and belief systems catch up. There is a natural wisdom and intelligence in our body that moves with our life transitions. Insight alone doesn't create change, for someone to truly let go of an identity, relationship, or role, the body has to be able to feel safe enough to let go of the protective strategy it has been holding onto. In midlife, many clients experience emotional distress or pain and it is the bodies way of saying, it is time. We are in the autumn season of life, come home to the truth of who you really are.

Autumn doesn't ask the leaves to stay. It doesn't judge them for changing colour or rush their falling. Nature trusts the wisdom of the cycle. Perhaps there are parts of us that are ready to be released too; not because they were wrong, but because their season is complete. Perhaps what feels like an ending is also making space for something deeper to emerge. Not a new self, but a truer one.

Finding our inner fire

How do we hold our power in service of what matters most?

A woman sits across from me and tells me she never gets angry and she thinks she might have a problem with boundaries. She says it like a diagnosis, almost like an apology. She wants to learn how to say no. She wants scripts, maybe. A formula. But what she's actually telling me, underneath the words, is that she has lost access to a part of herself.

I see this constantly in my practice. Women, often deeply competent, articulate, successful women, who can navigate almost anything except the felt sense of their own no. When we start to work somatically rather than cognitively, something interesting happens: the no doesn't arrive alone. It brings the yes with it.

This is not a skills problem, it is a capacity problem.

We tend to talk about boundaries as if they're a technique. Say this sentence. Hold this line. Don't over-explain. But boundaries aren't really built from the outside in. They're an expression of something underneath  your capacity to feel your own healthy aggression.

I don't mean aggression as violence or hostility. I mean it in the older, more honest sense: the felt charge of “I exist, I take up space, I will push back if I need to”. It's the energetic foundation beneath every no that actually lands not from anxiety, not from over-explanation, but from a settled, embodied place.

Most of the women I work with didn't lose this capacity through some dramatic event. They lost it gradually, often in childhood, sometimes through culture more than through any single relationship.  They learned early in their life that their fire made other people uncomfortable, so it got smaller, quieter, eventually unconscious.

What is surprising to most people is that they find that when we rebuild that capacity, what comes back isn't just the ability to say no. It's the ability to feel everything more fully, including joy and pleasure.  They start to get better at expressing what they desire because with the feeling of safety and what a NO feels like, also comes the kind of full-bodied yes that doesn't come with a flicker of guilt attached to it. The same nervous system gate that was clamped down on anger was clamped down on delight. You can't selectively numb. When you reclaim capacity for one exalted state, you tend to reclaim it for all of them.

So I know you are probably thinking right now, what does healthy aggression actually look like?

This is the part people misunderstand most. They hear "healthy aggression" and picture confrontation; raised voices, conflict, some kind of fire-breathing transformation.

Often it looks like almost nothing at all.

A woman with real capacity for her No can say "no thanks" and feel completely unbothered by it. No story. No spiral. No rehearsing the conversation for three days afterward. The protective response did its job, quietly, and then it was finished. That ease, that lack of charge, is the proof of capacity, not the absence of it.

Drama only enters when the no didn't get to happen early enough, or often enough, for the system to trust that it would be heard. The fire isn't supposed to need to roar. It only roars when it's been ignored.

Culturally we view anger in women as shameful. Why?

I find myth genuinely useful here, not as decoration but as a way of making meaning out of something the body already knows. Lilith is one of the oldest stories we have of a woman exiled not for wrongdoing, but for refusal.  Lilith was the woman who refuses to extinguish her fire to make others comfortable.  She said I will not shrink myself to belong.

If you haven’t heard of Lillith, she was an interesting  woman.  According to early creation myths, Lilith was the first woman created from the exact same soil as Adam. She refused to be subordinate or lie beneath him because she knew they were spiritual equals. As an archetype she asks you to examine where in your life you are settling for less than true equality.

That's the pattern so many women carry quietly: the sense that their fire, their refusal, their full-throated aggression was never met with curiosity. It was met with the message that maybe we are too much. So our nervous system does what any intelligent nervous system does under threat it adapts. We got smaller and found ways to be palatable instead of present.

Reclaiming Lilith isn't about becoming dangerous. It's about no longer mistaking your own aliveness for a threat. It's recognising that the parts of you that got exiled your appetite, your refusal, your fire were never the problem. They were simply too much for the room you were in at the time.  Lilith represents the wild, untamed truth of your soul that refuses to be tamed, managed, or approved of by others

Many women find that Lillith arrives for them in perimenopause.  I want to talk about this because I think it explains so much of what shows up in midlife that gets pathologised instead of understood.

In perimenopause and menopause, something arrives that I think of as the muse, the essential self, the part that was exiled long ago and has been waiting, patiently, for the conditions to change. In perimenopause, the hormonal conditions do change. Hormonally, developmentally, something shifts and the lid that's been sitting on decades of suppressed fire starts to lift, often whether a woman is ready for it or not.

If there's no capacity built underneath that shift, it doesn't arrive as clarity. It arrives as leakage. Rage that seems disproportionate to its trigger. Reactivity that surprises even the woman feeling it. This isn't pathology, and it isn't really about whoever happens to be standing nearby when it surfaces. It's decades of unspoken no finally getting loud enough to be heard, because the quiet no, when we felt safe, was never honoured in the first place.

This is the real difference between healthy aggression and what we usually call rage. Healthy aggression is directed, contained, proportionate, it knows what it's responding to. Rage without capacity is undirected. It escapes containment because the container was never built. The fire was always there. It just never had enough space on the inside of us to hold it.

Women who've done some of this capacity work on connecting with healthy aggression before the hormonal shift tend to meet their muse as something like a homecoming. Women who haven't can get ambushed by her, by themselves, in a way that can feel disorienting and even frightening.

I want to come back to where this started, because I think it's the part that matters most. The more capacity I've built for my own deep no, the more grounded I feel. Not more guarded. Not more isolated. More grounded, more able to actually be present for my life, because I'm not spending energy holding a lid on something that wants to move.

This is the real promise of healthy aggression. It isn't about becoming harder, or more combative, or less relational. It's about widening your capacity for the whole range of being alive, your no, your yes, your fire, your joy. Capacity for life, really, in the broadest sense.

The fire was never meant to burn anything down. It was only ever meant to keep you warm enough to stay present to your own life, all of it, not just the parts that were easy to feel.  I think this is the bigger change we learn to work with in midlife. How do we tend to our inner fire and keep the embers burning.  This makes me think of Hestia, the Greek goddess of the hearth, whose sole role was to keep the hearth burning.  

What I love about Hestia is that she wasn't the goddess of achievement, seduction, battle, or even transformation, she was the keeper of the sacred flame.  The fire that allowed everything else to happen.  In Greek mythology, she stayed at the centre. While the other gods and goddesses were caught up in dramas, quests, rivalries, romances, and wars, Hestia tended the hearth.  There is something profoundly midlife about that.  It is not about withdrawal from life but a movement toward our essence.  The developmental challenge of midlife is coming back to the truth of who we are.

We start to ask ourselves what truly matters now? What is worth investing my energy in?  What keeps my inner flame alive?  From a nervous system perspective, this is such a different way from how our culture frames and portrays vitality.  In popular culture, it is portrayed as worship of the bonfire.  Constant activity, productivity and performance, the endless quest for wellness and self improvement.  Hestia reminds us that endurance comes from a different kind of fire.  The hearth fire is steady, reliable, warm and sustainable.

So Lillith energy invites us to find our fire and build capacity for it and Hestia energy invites us to know how to hold is wisely. To ask ourselves, how do I become a trustworthy keeper of my own inner fire?