Destiny Harvest | Fall 2025
The Harvest
As the air turns crisp and the pace of life begins to slow, we find ourselves in that familiar inbetween, a season of gathering and letting go. There’s a certain kind of magic in this moment, a quiet alchemy in how we transform what we’ve learned and lived into something new.
Brandi Douglas’s poem “The Harvest” feels like a companion for that transition. It’s an invitation to pause and reflect on what’s come to fruition, what hasn’t, and what still stirs beneath the surface. To honor both the lessons and the losses and to trust that even in stillness, there’s movement.
Before we tuck away for the season ahead, may these words remind us of our shared cycles of growth and rest, and the community that holds us through them all.
When I think about the changing of seasons,
green leaves to orange,
seeds sown to harvest,
I am reminded of the ebb and flow of all things.
How we sprout in anticipation,
Reaching towards the sun,
Exuberant.
Only to wither and undo.
What do we do with the quiet of this season,
All the lessons harvested?
Can you reflect?
Honor all that came to fruition,
Even that which was planted, that would not sprout.
Let your learnings germinate,
And your heartache, nestle next to your joy.
While a chill fall wind loosens from your grip,
All that you must let go.
Let the soil catch it.
I promise, you’ll emerge again.
the havest 2025
By Brandi Douglas
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