It’s really beginning to feel like fall all of a sudden around here. The beach fog rolls in, in the morning, it’s much cooler throughout the day than it’s been, it’s getting darker earlier and I’m just feeling that shift in season. Today I spent the day cleaning house, getting out some fallish items, putting away some of the bright, light summer colors and replacing them with richer, deeper tones. I dusted, I vacuumed, I lit candles throughout the house, all while wearing my first pair of socks for the season. This to me was soulful. I find preparing for the new season something peaceful and welcoming to the soul.
This past week I’ve been
moving; practicing my physical therapy/Pilates exercises every day. Ellie thinks I’m being silly and enjoys crawling all over me while I do this.
writing: I’ve been wanting to try this for a while now and finally after reading this post, I signed up. I’m hoping it will enhance my soulful journey and help me develop and strengthen my creative writing. I’m freaking out about it just a little bit.
meditating: this has still been difficult for me to do every day, but this week I’ve been taking daily walks with Ellie and sometimes when (if) she falls asleep, I work on listening and concentrating on my breath as I walk and shut out the rest of the world. Not quite the meditation practice I had in mind when I started this thing, but hey, I’m a Mama and I guess you could call it my Mama Meditations.
I’ll leave you with a poem, for, tonight is the harvest moon!
The days are growing shorter
and cold weather is coming soon
as autumn arrives in gala dress
riding on the harvest moon.
The harvest moon, pale amber orb
in the late September sky
smiles down on a bountiful earth
and bids summertime good-bye.
The oaks all wear carnelian crowns
in a forest gowned red and gold
where crickets chant by the moonlight
Fields and orchards yield plenty now,
days still warmed by a gentler sun;
Now is the time to gather in
for soon ice and snow will come
and sooner will be the days of sticks,
fields, once gold, soon turn to dun.
Wild flocks are singing their farewells.
We’ll soon hear the last song of the loon.
The geese will soon be flying south
across the harvest moon.
It is the season of the Harvest Moon,
that pale amber orb of light
smiling down on a bountiful earth
on these late September nights.
Now is the time to gather in.
The fields and forest are ripe
And abundant now for harvest;
The apples are red, the pumpkins gold
And the harvest moon is in the sky
And the nights are growing cold.
The days are growing shorter.
Winter’s night is coming soon.
Autumn has come in gala dress
riding on the harvest moon…
And she is chanting out her warning
upon the autumn breeze
as she twirls and dances for awhile
among the falling autumn leaves.