Category Archives: fall

one sure way to tell that fall is almost here.

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a bit of fall poetry to engage your senses:

‘i can smell autumn dancing in the breeze,

the sweet smell of pumpkin, the crisp sunburnt leaves.’

-ann drake

not every lake.

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on the first day of fall with friends 

lake michigan

‘not every lake dreams to be an ocean.’

-memet murat ildan

welcome november.

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WELCOME NOVEMBER…

There is something about November that says ‘keep going’.

We are not quite through the year, yet the finish-line looms.

We are plunged into darkness by Mother Nature.

We are faced with the ‘season of joy’,

and yet many of us wonder where we will find it.

And I think November is a great time to take a little peek behind you,

and see just how much you’ve done.

To take stock of your achievements, your endurance,

your survival.

To rest, reinforce, before the festivities envelope us all.

Before beautiful new beginnings.

And most importantly, November is a time to seek out light.

As the natural order darkens, we must find it ourselves.

We must do whatever we can to brighten our day,

our home, the world.

Seek out light wherever you can my friends,

and pay no heed to those who condemn your sparkle.

You are much-needed.

Keep showing up, in that special way only you can do.

And show up for yourself too

(which can sometimes mean not showing up at all).

This year has been hard.

Again.

But beautiful.

Again.

As is the way of life.

As is the way of life.

-Donna Ashworth

 

 

art credit: arthur rackham, british children’s literature illustrator, fall fairies from peter pan, 1906

october coming.

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september has just flown by

 

“october is a symphony of permanence and change.”

-bonaro w. overstreet

 

 

 

 

image credit: pinterest

all the lives…

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walking in sedona in the early morning on the first day of autumn

 

“and all the lives we ever lived, and all the lives to be, are full of trees and changing leaves…”

-virginia woolf, to the schoolhouse

shared.

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each arriving in their own time

 all ending up in the same place

the house on the beautiful lake

missing those not able to come

we played board games

 cooked, hiked, lounged, laughed, read, were loud, were quiet, shared stories and pictures,

and tried to remember to leave nothing but memories behind

ending a great weekend up north with a final family dinner hangout

at the infamous art’s tavern

on an early fall evening

in glen arbor, michigan.

“one of the things that binds us as a family is a shared sense of humor.”

-ralph fiennes

all fall.

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how you deal with it changes everything. it’s all in the comeback. 

 

already?

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“i can’t believe it’s november already, it feels like halloween was just yesterday.”

-author unknown

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

photo credit: pinterest

 

october slipped quietly in.

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“Don’t you imagine the leaves dream now how comfortable it will be to touch the earth instead of the nothingness of the air and the endless freshets of wind? And don’t you think the trees, especially those with mossy hollows, are beginning to look for the birds that will come – six, a dozen – to sleep inside their bodies? And don’t you hear the goldenrod whispering goodbye, the everlasting being crowned with the first tuffets of snow? The pond stiffens and the white field over which the fox runs so quickly brings out its long blue shadows. The wind wags its many tails. And in the evening the piled firewood shifts a little, longing to be on its way.”

~Mary Oliver, “Song for Autumn”

 

 

art credit: willowday flower project by gina, stockholm

changing.

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 signs of change are all around us.

 

“the crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last forever.

even on the most beautiful days in the whole year –

the days when summer is changing into autumn –

the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.”

– E.B. White