“For as long as she could remember, she had thought that autumn air went well with books, that the two both somehow belonged with blankets, comfortable armchairs, and big cups of coffee or tea.” ~Katarina Bivald
Well yes, now this sounds about perfect. This morning the air is cool, the sky a white-ish sort of grey with wild wisps of greyer clouds sailing by. A steady bit of rain has been falling, but not yet giving us the good soaking we could use. Outside the window the wind is keeping tree tops in motion, barely bothering with the damp leaves lying on the ground.
This morning,
most certainly
feels
like fall.
It sometimes feels, as if I am trying to avoid this season. It has a waning feeling for me, as things of beauty start to slip slowly away, into dampness, darkness and rot. As if I am trying to keep myself from slipping too.
As the air begins to change, very real parts of me begin
to ache
hands and fingers stiffen a little more, old familiar pains reappear more frequently.
“It’s the dampness in the air,” I hear myself say, like I have suddenly deemed myself some sort of ancient old crone.
Number two son has returned to school, having slipped out in the afternoon. My husband and I coming in from work yesterday to find a little bit of us missing… both feeling like our thanksgiving weekend went by way too soon.
A thanksgiving tradition of ours to go around the table and say just what we are thankful for was given over mostly to pie this year. But time spent together, board games, laughter and movies expanded our gratitude just the same.
I savour this and my heart expands as I revel in the fact that my ‘kids’ , now all young adults, still seem to very much savour this time together as well,
and we all, I believe
become
Joy
in each other’s company.
this is all simple enough wonder for me
and I feel as if I don’t want to miss a minute of it
As today, on this rather dreary looking day we start again
to scatter ourselves
like
leaves
one son is back at school, and one soon heads to work. My husband has gone off to play golf, not sure if this is true dedication or madness in this weather! Our daughters are busy in the kitchen,
and I
am sitting in my comfy chair,
with a good book
and a lovely cup of tea,
beside my window to the world, where I watch the leaves quiver and raindrops dance
not at all feeling the pull to move
I gather in the comfort
of
stillness
despite the lack of sunshine, I make this
my spot
for gratitude
reflecting on the blessings of family, and the kindness of friends
and the (not so) unexpected nature
of love
as spectacles
when I look out
I see you,
my sweetest simple reminder
to indeed
savouring
all the
fallishness
of
this ♥