In the spirit...

Autumn came upon me quicker than I expected.

 

It seemed like it was bare toes weather 2 days ago and now I’m searching my dresser for fluffy socks to warm up my toe popsicles. I guess sandal season is over.

 

My winter comforter has been brought out of its summer hibernation.  Freshly cleaned and wrapped around my bed, it begs me to climb within its embrace and welcome the comforting weight to drag me under to a sound sleep.

 

I didn’t realize it until now, but I’ve been waiting for this season since the beginning of summer. Yes, I was done with the snow and rain of spring, but truthfully, I love the smell and atmosphere of this time of the year. And, it has NOTHING to do with Pumpkin Spice anything. I hate that crap.

 

I’m not stuck to anything from the heat. There is no humidity. I can sleep. I can breathe. I can cook. I can snuggle. I can live unfettered. Don’t get me wrong, I love, love, love floating on a raft with a good book, but you can only do that for so long before you’re either burned to a crisp by the sun or wrinkled like a raisin.

 

Last night I tucked into the over-sized couch with a fuzzy blanket – making myself a human blanket burrito. All the lights were turned off and I let the warm glow of the television be my sight source.

 

I started to notice that my blinks got longer and longer. Overly comfortable and mentally drained from the day, I immediately fell asleep.

 

I think what I love about Autumn (besides Halloween – my favorite holiday) is that I equate it with comfort, family, friends, food and fun. I love to feed and take care of family and friends. I love to gather people and talk and drink late into the evening. Let the conversations go wherever they may. Reconnect and laugh until your sides ache.

 

While I know that Autumn is when everything in nature dies and gets recycled into the earth to be reborn in the spring, it’s really the time of year that I come to life.

 

I’ve been dormant for so long, I can’t wait to bust out and live.

 

Ps – Notice that autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature ~ Nietzsche

 

 

 

change of scenery...

There are times when I write because of the beauty I’ve witnessed. Something that only I was graced to see. I feel the need to express what I saw or felt, but it never quite get it right down on paper.

 

Sometimes I write when I’ve imbibed too much. The words are marinated in my brain and flow on to paper. It is easy and fun and I can express for hours.  I’m happy to settle in and celebrate the introvert who lives within and unlock the doors within my mind. The little seeds of thoughts are nurtured into tendrils of ideas, which then grow to words to be picked and shared.

 

Other times I write out of hurt or anger. It’s usually cathartic for me. As expressive as I am, when I have to deal with these emotions I get tongue tied and twisted (just an earthbound misfit). A lot of coulda, shoulda, woulda… Writing gets me through. It organizes my thoughts and helps me deal with whatever is going on.

 

This post about nothing was because I couldn’t look at my last post any longer. It’s all too fresh and everything is piled on top of each other. And for some odd reason it didn’t help.  I needed something new for a new season.

 

“Keep your face always toward the sunshine and shadows will fall behind you” ~ Walt Whitman