This morning I stepped outside into the Sonoma County morning that had a chill to it that drove memories of fall to the surface of my flesh. Even though it is still August, our summer has been cool and our tomato bushes tell the tale of cool mornings and evenings with lots of green fruit hanging on Jack In The Beanstalk frames. We are lucky though the garden needs heat to ripen all of those veggies. Lush but not yet edible. My thoughts flew to Fall, my favorite season, and my body knows the path.
Fall brings a change in the light of the world, turned golden, slanting through the day unlike summer's intense gaze. For me Fall brings vibrant colors that are richer, deeper and humming with art. I feel as if Fall brings the shadows across the trail ahead and it is here, in the darkness, that my depth of experience lies. Maybe it is my Celtic genetic code or simply that I search the world for stories every day to understand myself and others.
And so, for me, Fall is a type of grace that comes after a summer of struggle. I wish for myself, a good job, having spent a year seeking one. I would be a most excellent employee and I have excellent references to prove it out. My search is still my search for a change in the season.
Aaaaahhhhh lovely. Simply lovely. (fall is my favorite season too).
ReplyDeleteI can't help but think, again and again, as I read all this, that the gifts you have to give are far too valuable to be cheapened by retail commodity... even if the commodity *is* fruits and vegetables.