Thursday, September 19, 2013

Harvest moon.

A harvest moon should almost be accompanied 
by the sound of violins 
as it leads us into the beautiful last burst
 before the downhill decay-
 a sweet and soulful song of what's to come.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Delicious autumn.

I love all seasonal change but this is somehow different. I'm a sponge for autumn, soaking it in with certainty that I could live a thousand autumns in mountains full of golden leaves and bonfires, sipping cider and chai with pumpkin everything and still never have enough.

Maybe it's because I'm a Halloween baby. Maybe it's because when the earth is ripe and peaking everyone feels and inhales it; that heightened sense of aliveness celebrated with so many festivals, fairs and traditions, our collective energy rising alongside cooler winds.

I hope my friends in the northern hemisphere celebrate somehow this weekend. We have a harvest moon tomorrow, autumnal equinox on sunday, and some perfect days arriving soon.