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Oct. 24th, 2005 03:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
witchscauldronMore walking today. I walked twice as far today as before, and found some crow feathers. They were rather bedraggled, though, so I left them up in the big dogwood in the yard as an offering. I think next time I will walk downtown. Hopefully at some point it'll dry up a little - the dampness is not good.
This is the start of the season, for me. I like it when the colours are still bright, but the leaves grow ragged on the branches and the wind is strong, and the land starts turning dark. Everything fades into blue-grey and gold...I draw a lot of comfort and contentment from this. Soon the wind will be raw and wild again, the first snows will fall, and the deeper natures of this place will come forth. I used to love walking in the cooling fields, watching the ducks fly up out of the marsh, and listening to the trees rattle against one another.
I think the deeper natures of myself come out more, too, with this season's turning. There are things in me that are as raw and weathered as late autumn's landscape, and I begin to long for their simplicity. I am tired of being wanting. I want to just be.
I'm sort of bored today. I should go paint some things...just don't have a whole lot of motivation to do much. Jason's been working overtime, which is good for the pocketbook but makes for late nights. I've just been trying to keep myself amused. I haven't been listening to much music...some songs evoke things too strongly, and most others just annoy me as noise right now.
I want to spend some time outside, more and more - my physical body bedamned. Will have to see if I can't sneak some time in at the Macha shrine on Friday.
This is the start of the season, for me. I like it when the colours are still bright, but the leaves grow ragged on the branches and the wind is strong, and the land starts turning dark. Everything fades into blue-grey and gold...I draw a lot of comfort and contentment from this. Soon the wind will be raw and wild again, the first snows will fall, and the deeper natures of this place will come forth. I used to love walking in the cooling fields, watching the ducks fly up out of the marsh, and listening to the trees rattle against one another.
I think the deeper natures of myself come out more, too, with this season's turning. There are things in me that are as raw and weathered as late autumn's landscape, and I begin to long for their simplicity. I am tired of being wanting. I want to just be.
I'm sort of bored today. I should go paint some things...just don't have a whole lot of motivation to do much. Jason's been working overtime, which is good for the pocketbook but makes for late nights. I've just been trying to keep myself amused. I haven't been listening to much music...some songs evoke things too strongly, and most others just annoy me as noise right now.
I want to spend some time outside, more and more - my physical body bedamned. Will have to see if I can't sneak some time in at the Macha shrine on Friday.
