“You can either be a victim of the world or an adventurer in search of treasure. It all depends on how you view your life.” ~ Paulo Coelho Have a wonderful adventure-filled weekend, friends.
AFTER THANKSGIVING Lord, as Rilke says, the year bears down toward winter, past the purification of the trees, the darkened brook. Only 4:45, and the sky’s sheer black clasps two clear planets and a skinny moon as we drive quietly home from the airport, the last kid gone. The time of preparation’s over, the time of harvesting the seed, the husk, the kernel, saving…
the colors seem to soften before turning all brown and rust and then the final fall. I will be posting a bit less now as the holidays approach. I just want to thank you for all your visits and for your wonderful support here, so very appreciated. Wishing you all a wonderful weekend!
In autumn, I write of days smoldering like embers to ash, grass, stiff, green-weary, waiting for somnolent winter, everywhere, gathered birds stuck in spindly branches and gardens done with giving… of air, over-ripe, indolent, like the last great cluster of grapes on the vine, which winds its way across the wall, tendrils turned to wood. ~ Elaine Christensen