Friday, August 4, 2017

These are my favorite months of the year: August~September~October~November. The golden, sunlight, deepening shadows, ripening fruit, showy blossoms, hum of insects and bats--I'm always happiest and most productive in late summer and fall.




Everywhere there are signs of the beautiful, holy circle, 'world without end'.

Jewel weed and goldenrod are beginning to bloom.

And the meadows are five feet tall and thrumming with life. 

Sometimes I like to leave little messages among the pebbles on the trail for people to find.






This is the first year that my pitiful little peach tree has borne fruit--there are four exquisitely blushing peaches.


























For a few years, I wore my hair quite short, but for most of my life I've worn it long (for a period of twenty years I rarely had it cut.) But then, last year in March, I gave up haircuts altogether (too expensive). My hair hasn't seen scissors or a hair dryer in almost a year and a half. This is what it looks like now--my old witchy waves are back, threaded with silver.

If you want to know where I am, you can find me here: in the woods, tending my roses, swimming, exploring old towns, wading in the sea, sitting by a fire under the stars, painting messages on pebbles, searching for old postcards in the early morning light at the Flea. Perhaps where we are defines us more than anything else.

I came across this quote on Lis's blog (linked below under "West"--you must see her gorgeous nature journal!)
It’s all too easy to get stuck inside our own heads, to live out of our imagination. But the deep, honest, authentic ancestral wisdom we’re looking to reclaim is the wisdom of the land, the wisdom of place, and in order to develop that wisdom we need to get out of our heads and out onto the land.
 - Sharon Blackie, "Becoming Native to Place" from Reclaiming the Wise Woman
Yes, if you want to 'find yourself', get to know your neighborhood: the goldenrod, the birch, the little brown bat, the monarch butterfly, the lichen, the hill, the moon, the trail around the pond, the clouds and rain, the moss-covered boulder. There is much truth in knowing your place.

Need a compass? You might find these posts as inspiring as I did:

North
South
East
West

12 comments:

  1. So glad I found your wee corner of the world (hopped over from Sarah's blog :)) Such gorgeous photos and words... thank you :)

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    1. Welcome, Claire.♥ Thank your for stopping by and for leaving such a kind comment.

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  2. There is a book that I am reading called Landmarks that you might like. It is about places and the words used to describe them, namely in the British Isles. I love this time of year, too. August used to be a formless month to me, the month where school began. I love feeling the air become crisp and seeing the walnut leaves fall. I think I will go outside and watch them do just that in these cool breezes. Thank you for sharing your photos--I love the moss-covered rock.

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    1. Hi Brandy, is the book the one by Robert MacFarlane? I've been wanting to read it for a while now, but my library doesn't have it yet. I do believe they are ordering a copy or two, though, and I intend to be first in line!

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  3. I love these photos. It's true that home is where the heart is, and late summer and fall are so gorgeous. I think your hair is beautiful. I think mine was at least that long.
    Letter coming.

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  4. I love these photos. It's true that home is where the heart is, and late summer and fall are so gorgeous. I think your hair is beautiful. I think mine was at least that long.
    Letter coming.

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  5. So, the asters are blooming already? I haven't seen any in the brook, which is where they usually appear here. That insect looks interesting, and the water photos - why are they always most appealing? Your hair looks great! :)

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    1. Yes, the asters are blooming! And, Lisa, I can't believe how many trees I see already showing signs of change. It's really early, but this has been such a different summer--cooler, wetter. I wonder what autumn and winter will be like. Thank you for your kind words about my hair.♥

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  6. your hair is lovely! I remember your short hair. My favorite months are October November December January February March. I put up with the rest. I dread July August September but I try to focus on the positive and write in my journal what I am thankful for. That helps me a lot.

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  7. oh, my dearest dear! we echo many of the same thoughts and feelings....*happy sigh*. I too have let my hair go wild...i think yours is so very beautiful. waves threaded with silver...:)

    gorgeous photos of all of the happiest things. xoxo

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