Autumn Leaves

Fall is in the air!  Sigh, how quickly it all changes, the sun sets a little earlier, the mornings are cooler and time slides by second by second tick, tick, tick….

I love this time of the year, the brisk morning air and the sound of leaves rustling by, but I always feel a little pensive when the leaves begin to fall from the trees and the nights begin to grow cooler.

I find myself turning inward , closing our blinds earlier, gathering books to read, stockpiling candles and planning ahead  for those colder days and nights ahead.  Autumn is definitely nipping at the heels of summer.

Sitting quietly,  looking out my window observing how the changing of the seasons are reflected in my work. The colors of Autumn:  ochre, rust, red, orange, moss green and sienna.

Fall slowly ever so softly draping itself around me . . . The Wheel of life turns . . . A time of reflection, of nesting and of gathering  those we love closer.

I found this big guy on our bedroom window screen yesterday and he is still there. Beautiful!

Aunt Leaf

Needing one, I invented her –
the great-great-aunt dark as hickory
called Shining-Leaf, or Drifting-Cloud
or The-Beauty-of-the-Night.

Dear aunt, I’d call into the leaves,
and she’d rise up, like an old log in a pool,
and whisper in a language only the two of us knew
the word that meant follow,

and we’d travel
cheerful as birds
out of the dusty town and into the trees
where she would change us both into something quicker –
two foxes with black feet,
two snakes green as ribbons,
two shimmering fish – and all day we’d travel.

At day’s end she’d leave me back at my own door
with the rest of my family,
who were kind, but solid as wood
and rarely wandered. While she,
old twist of feathers and birch bark,
would walk in circles wide as rain and then
float back scattering the rags of twilight
on fluttering moth wings;

or she’d slouch from the barn like a gray opossum;
or she’d hang in the milky moonlight
burning like a medallion,

this bone dream, this friend I had to have,
this old woman made out of leaves.  – Mary Oliver

Everyday Goddessing  is about sharing magical techniques and sacred wisdom with other beautiful Goddess women. I believe that within every woman there is a goddess, a wise woman, beautiful, creative, powerful, with a deep soul, and that everything we need and are looking for is already inside  each of us. – Rose Arizmendi

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