….photo by Grace
It’s still dark now at 6:00 a.m. September is half over, and I notice the trees are beginning to put on their fiery colors. I didn’t have to run the air conditioner at all yesterday, and the breeze coming through my bedroom window last night was cool and (almost) damp.
Fall is coming.
Fall is my favorite time of year. I love wearing boots and blazers and neck scarfs. I love padding around in Uggcovered feet with a steaming cup of coffee, waiting for the sun to rise. Tastebuds are satisfied with savory barley stew and roasted butternut squash soup. Homemade cookies and breads fill the house with the most delicious “homey” scents of cinnamon, nutmeg and pumpkin.
And yesterday I could really feel the change internally as well. Seems my nesting gene is kicking in after a long hot summer. I find myself wanting to gets some pretty Fall decorations placed about, and maybe it’s time to freshen my container garden with some Mums and Marrigolds.
I don’t use an alarm clock, and usually have no trouble waking up at 5:00 a.m. or so. Until recently. Several days now my eyes have suddenly popped open from a deep sleep, like I’ve forgotten something really important while I was dreaming. I turn to look at the clock and find outrageously late (for me) times like 6:30 and 7:00 a.m. I comfort myself with the thought that soon we’ll ‘fall backwards’ with Daylight Savings – I’m actually still right on time.
This coming Fall is different for me. More different in more ways than I can ever remember. Or maybe I should say I am different – more different than I can ever remembering being. I’ve struggled a little bit with trying to decide how to describe what has happened inside of me over the last couple of months. Then I let the struggle go and decided to simply begin to write about my journey in whatever way IT decides to present itself.
I am 50 years old and in the Autumn of my own life. And while the fresh tender bloom of the Maiden is being replaced with the warm, rich colors of The Crone, I’ve been gifted with something else. It’s something my Sisters the Pomegranates taught me. I say “Sisters” because just yesterday, I found another tree! On my way home, my Inner Compass took me off the sidewalk and onto a dirt path that winds it’s way up the hillside. And halfway up, there She was! How did I not see her before now? What drew my eye to eye to Her?
She revealed Herself to me by her beautiful Fruit.