Thursday, September 15, 2016
The clouds came in over White Dog
Autumn brings out a lot of emotion in people I think. It does in me. I think of all the seasons autumn encompasses an equal balance of life and death. The sounds and smells remind me of being little, running home from school knowing it would be safe and warm; it brings up memories of my family and friends now gone-which is sad, but comforting. It enlivens me creatively. It is always the most hopeful season for me too as far as work and creativity goes.
It is the time to prepare the nest, with firewood and harvests, a time to get the hay stacked and know the animals will have water and food as winter comes down hard on us.
So autumn is full of contradictions, I guess.