Friday, October 1, 2010
There's no denying that change is happening when I wake up to new shades of fall every morning. Its both comforting and unsettling to see nature prepare for the big sleep of winter when I feel even more directionless in my own life with every falling leaf.
Where will I be hibernating this winter?
The truth is, I don't know the answer. And that's becoming less and less OK with every passing day. So, while I'd like to do nothing more than curl up on the deck with a blanket, a steaming cup of tea and a good book while I soak up the last of the beautiful golden rays of fall sunshine, instead I'll be spending the last few weeks of fall gathering my own nuts and trying to figure out where to store them before the snow starts flying.
I'm trying not to panic as I watch the thin white blanket just lightly covering the peaks grow heavier and move toward the tree line. My daily reminder that time keeps moving along, irrespective of how skilled I get at perfecting the unsustainable life I'm living in this little fairy-tale bubble.