A kindred spirit in November

The simple beauty of this month stuns me each time.

And as we edge ever closer to the shortest day, my natural rhythm follows that of the earth in my locale.  It is the beginning of a season of reflection.  Of stillness and of rest.

I feel it is much easier to be myself in November.

"Mother Earth smiled and rose from her chair.  Now the Autumn blanket was ready.  It had both warmth and light for her children to wear through the cold and the dark.

  And so she took the blanket and spread it out over the land." (S. Perrow)

 

Comments

[Eloise]

Sigh...lovely. I find the colours at this time of year beautiful in a wistful say-goodbye kind of way.
Hope you are well...see you soon.