November. I always casually think of September and October as the big change months here. Physically everything is becoming different. But November. November is when it really takes hold. Inside. Something like a chill. But really a pulling INward. This November it feels more obvious. The movement. The change in the dance. The coma effect.
A glance at the wall this morning. I saw, without looking that the rain had gone. But as the shadows danced I knew the wind was still here. And I can hear the wind. Big wind. Pieces of trees free falling. Pieces of me shifting. Finding a more comfortable new arrangement. So the wall looked like this.
But felt like this.
It is going to be that kind of day. Month. And then some. I am going to try being be a bit less present with social media and the blog and a bit more present with myself. Undoing expansion. Less, yet a deepening. So, then more. Some shift, but a natural shift. That fits with my own evolving natural sense of order.
I couldn't update my newsletter yesterday because this sense of season had not yet settled in. Today then maybe. And I think it is time for a little patch of wind. Or maybe a big one.
I am going outside to Dance with Leaves. To clear my head. To toss the compost piles. To prune the raspberries. To move some wood closer to the house. To dig onions. To mulch the garlic. To harvest walnuts and sumac. To build a bigger trellis for the grapes.
Later, a little stitching and probably a little doodling.
Meanwhile in the spirit of things, I have renamed this one Dancing with Leaves. I almost want to name everything that today. I can feel myself dancing with the lighter side of things in the coming days. Just to rock back out a little. Create some wind. I've decided to dress up for Halloween.