Oct 30, ‘14
Oct 30, ‘14
Today is a day that feels celebratory, to me. There’s a sense of something in the air, something almost definable, but equally elusive.
I think that the days growing shorter and a weather pattern that calls for frost and high winds in the next few days has something to do with the indefinable sense of something happening….
Saturday morning calls for frost. Sunday morning calls for frost and high winds all day.
Perhaps as early as next week my immediate world will be turning brown and the trees completely stripped of all leaves.
Today, though, is warm for the end of October and sunny. The sky is blue and the air is sweet, reminiscent of early spring air which is sweet and clean and smells of earth, green grass and old leaves turning into earth. And, as in early spring, a few chirps from a far away bird.
One thing definable to me, the celebration of Ear Plugs. Because of Ear Plugs I’ve 5 days in a row of healing, refreshing, non-interrupted-by-upstairs-kid-noise Sleep
“Oh sleep! it is a blessed thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Ear Plugs the praise be given!
That allowed the gentle sleep from Heaven,
To slide into my soul.”
(Inspired by and paraphrased from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
I’m thinking of my paternal grandmother today, the one who had me reading stories from Greek Mythology to her as she ironed shirts and pillowcases, the one who read stories from Greek Mythology to me as childhood bed-time stories. I can hear her in my Mind’s Ear, telling me that Persophone is readying herself make the change from Goddess of Vegetation and preparing to go spend 6 months with her husband in Hades, where she’ll reign as Goddess of the Underworld until it’s time for her to return. Perhaps this sense of imminent departure is what’s in the air….