Saturday, October 2, 2010
A Poignant Melancholy
Ah Fall. Welcome. The drakes flew through the midatlantic on the last day of September, sweeping up the last vestiges of summer, making space for the sweet, gold, crisp, sad beauty of autumn. Yay!! It's so chilly this morning that I had to close my windows and turn on the heat for the first time here at the chateau. I believe tonight I'll light my first fire in the chateau 'fireplace.'
It won't surprise anyone to learn that I have developed more than a few theories about why the dance of shamanic alignment with this season involves feelings of sweet melancholy. The declining light is a major contributing factor, of course. My guess is that the chill in the air and the earlier sunsets trigger an instinctual emotional reaction. Ya think?
Autumnal daylight is so clear. It inspires, brings into my heart many feelings of awe. Brother Sun shines so delicately in fall. His light is so sweet now, such a pale gold, tinged with blue. (At the end of summer, Brother Sun beats down on us with harsh orange heat and light, producing in me at least such different feelings!)
Getting in touch with awe is a beautiful thing. When I'm in awe - for whatever reason - I feel simple, do you know what I mean? When I'm in awe, the love I feel for family and friends, for this precious existence, is as clear and tangible as the clear blue/gold air. My heart overflows with gratitude on days like today, washing away all the inner dialogues of this and that. I feel quiet inside - simple. Such a delicious feeling.
We'll have some more warm days in DC. It doesn't really cool off completely until November, doesn't actually get what a midwesterner like myself thinks of as cold until Christmas. In the meantime, the leaves will turn slowly (fall lasts for months here in DC), the light will diminish while I will curl up with a book, cook stews and soups, play the bass and purify my heart with the blue-gold light.
Man. I love fall! Oh yeah.