A lovely essay to consider on this first day of Autumn. read the rest of it here
We are all connected; To each other, biologically. To the earth, chemically. To the rest of the universe atomically.
― Neil deGrasse Tyson
Every late August /early September it comes, whether I like it or not.
As soon as the wind shifts, without any invitation at all.
In fact, when I resist or forget that it is arriving, it bursts in a rage, like some slighted and pissed of fairy-witch that spits curses, wreaks havoc, and grinds the whole works to a stop.
When I just remember to behave with grace when it knocks it becomes a respectful, polite, if somewhat impinging guest who is aware that their presence is inconvenient, and unavoidably disruptive, and their scheduled stay just a little too long.
When I am attuned, prepared and accepting, it brings with it quiet pleasures and relief.
As the earth under my feet cools, and draws the heat out…
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