Bought this joy at the farmers market. Happy autumn lovely everyone 🙂
I wondered if being settled into an area would make life boring, but the exact opposite is proving true. This month is insanely packed with socializing and adventures. Last weekend, Handsome and I were hosts to my friend Herculine and her boyfriend (who also happens to be one of my college friends) Smiler. Though only a brief time, we made the most of its every second. We brought them to market and then we went on a hike at Buttermilk Falls, which is a most glorious climb. Handsome and the Smiler went ahead while Herculine and I made our way slowly, encountering faeries and many a deep energy in the water-rushing canyon. Sitting on the edge of the water at one point, I was again struck with awe at the depth of nature’s power and how that power is deep song that the Lord sings into my veins with abandon. I felt simultaneously still and running with all my strength so that I might fly. I was with a friend who I muchly love, in the midst of gorgeous rock-water wood, and I could Hear the Song so close to my ribs I could ache. We wound our way through, enjoying all that was around us, discussing faeries in hushed tones and touching all that we could get our hands; be it rock, water, tree or mud, we felt and drifted. Walking down, we had to stretch our legs out long and stiffly like fancy gentleman, and holding a single hand aloft as though we were carrying parasols of fancier ladies. Twas the only way one could go down the steep stairs with any measure of grace don’t ya know 😉 That evening, we all made cookies and drank until we were pleasantly giggling into our cookie ice-cream sundaes.
The next day dawned absolutely gorgeous. I chose to go to church while Handsome took our guests to Green Lake Park. I am glad that I went because I am enamored of the sermons and the energy of the place. Though it is a tiny little church with narry another person my age, I find a deep peace when I am there. Plus, as I said, the sermons are instructive, simply delivered, and beautifully crafted. In my faith, I find that I am drawn to places that are more concerned with the intricacies of the God that we serve rather than evangelistic tactics. As far as I am concerned, if I am taking time to go to church, then I don’t want to spend that time listening to why I need to keep taking that time out. I have already made that decision, thus I would rather learn more about how to deepen my relationship with God. Unsolicited tangent, but tis just my personal feeling on the matter. I arrived home before the rest of my party and I took the time to enjoy the sun and the glorious weather. Later that day, Herculine, Smiler, and I went to see a show at the Stage. This is the first show of the season and Herculine’s cousin is in the cast. I was familiar with the script and I was curious to see the show (plus, it is the first show in which I had direct painterly involvement here). Although the piece was three hours long, I was delighted to discover that the actors are brilliant. They did not miss a beat and they managed to keep the energy of the dialogue constant. The set and technical effects were wonderful, and the costumes were absolutely drool-worthy. It is rare to see a production so cohesive and I feel humbled that I had a hand in realizing that cohesion.
As for what is to come, right now I am in the midst of visiting my dear sibling. She has possession of the rest of my artwork, and I had to deliver her an original work from my own hand. Thus, here I am, alone for the moment while she works. The view out her window is dappled with autumn, sun, and tree branches. I must admit, it’s nice to have a day fully to myself. Next week, Handsome’s mother comes to visit, then the next week brings WonderWoman and a trip into the City to see Sleep No More. Busy? Just how I like it :).
Fall. Last year, I did not have a true Fall. Florida is not one for changing out of her green trappings for the sake of the brighter fire of seasons. Last year, Handsome sent me Fall in an envelope. This year, I am in the midst of a most gorgeous area for this season. I drove to see my sister this weekend and despite the absolutely heinous traffic I hit, I was content to the bottom of my feet. The drive down 81 through NY, for those who have never taken it, is straight out of an idealized American postcard. Farmland lays itself out like blanket patches, and the mountains roll with the deep blushes of the season. Fall is a feast for someone like me. I don’t know if I have mentioned my synesthesia, but I have the ability to cross my senses. Tis mostly a matter of taste and sound. I smell something and immediately there is noise and music. The same occurs when I see something. The colors sit in my mouth and vibrate my ears. Truthfully, I think more people understand sense-crossing than they admit. How can you look at tree that is so achingly saffron and not taste it all the way into the back of your throat? How does one touch a falling leaf and not hear its music? I know I know, go ahead and play “Colors of the Wind” and shake your head at my stunning originality 😉 Tis no matter, it’s a really good song (and for the record, that song in particular tastes like banana nut). Fall has a taste and a sound too much for me to try and delineate into words. But I don’t need to, do I? You know. You know what I mean and I am grateful that you do.