![\"\"](\"http:\/\/www.gaiasgarden.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/kwanyincollage2.jpg\" "\\"Kuan")
<\/p>\nFall is in the air!\u00a0 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….<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
I find myself turning inward , closing our blinds earlier, gathering books to read, stockpiling candles and planning ahead\u00a0 for those colder days and nights ahead.\u00a0 Autumn is definitely nipping at the heels of summer.<\/p>\n
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Sitting quietly,\u00a0 looking out my window observing how the changing of the seasons are reflected in my work. The colors of Autumn:\u00a0 ochre, rust, red, orange, moss green and sienna.<\/p>\n
![\"\"](\"http:\/\/www.gaiasgarden.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/autumn.jpg\" "\\"Autumn\\"")
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Fall slowly ever so softly draping itself around me . . . The Wheel of life turns . . . A time of reflection, of nesting and of gathering\u00a0 those we love closer.<\/p>\n
![\"\"](\"http:\/\/www.gaiasgarden.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/locust4.jpg\" "\\"locust\\"")
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I found this big guy on our bedroom window screen yesterday and he is still there. Beautiful!<\/p>\n
![\"\"](\"http:\/\/www.gaiasgarden.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/autumnleaf.jpg\" "\\"Autumnl")
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Aunt Leaf<\/strong><\/p>\n Needing one, I invented her – Dear aunt, I’d call into the leaves, and we’d travel At day’s end she’d leave me back at my own door or she’d slouch from the barn like a gray opossum; this bone dream, this friend I had to have, Everyday Goddessing\u00a0 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\u00a0 each of us. \u2013 Rose Arizmendi<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Fall is in the air!\u00a0 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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[624,74],"tags":[334,701,894,317,642],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.gaiasgarden.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2920"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.gaiasgarden.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.gaiasgarden.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gaiasgarden.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gaiasgarden.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2920"}],"version-history":[{"count":25,"href":"https:\/\/www.gaiasgarden.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2920\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2951,"href":"https:\/\/www.gaiasgarden.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2920\/revisions\/2951"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.gaiasgarden.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2920"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gaiasgarden.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2920"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gaiasgarden.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2920"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe great-great-aunt dark as hickory
\ncalled Shining-Leaf, or Drifting-Cloud
\nor The-Beauty-of-the-Night.<\/p>\n
\nand she’d rise up, like an old log in a pool,
\nand whisper in a language only the two of us knew
\nthe word that meant follow,<\/p>\n
\ncheerful as birds
\nout of the dusty town and into the trees
\nwhere she would change us both into something quicker –
\ntwo foxes with black feet,
\ntwo snakes green as ribbons,
\ntwo shimmering fish – and all day we’d travel.<\/p>\n
\nwith the rest of my family,
\nwho were kind, but solid as wood
\nand rarely wandered. While she,
\nold twist of feathers and birch bark,
\nwould walk in circles wide as rain and then
\nfloat back scattering the rags of twilight
\non fluttering moth wings;<\/p>\n
\nor she’d hang in the milky moonlight
\nburning like a medallion,<\/p>\n
\nthis old woman made out of leaves.\u00a0 – Mary Oliver<\/p>\n
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