Today is the first day of Fall, also known as Mabon, and it is a good time to take stock.
Are you listening to your inner voice?
What does this voice whisper in your ear?
There is such deep resonance for me in seasonal passings, nature's cycles. The trees just keep on, even though they lose their leaves and face a death each year. The animals face a cold winter, and hunger and dark. Right behind our (very urban) house, there is a swale where the deer hang out in Winter, and I am eager to see them again. I have taken to lying in their pine needle covered spot, amongst all the deer poop, and listening to the wind in the trees. I hope I have not made them unwilling to come rest there -- last Winter I could count on about 4 or 5 of them almost every day to come and just hang out there all day, laying down and chewing pine needles and waiting. From where I am sitting right now at my desk in the dining room, I could see them out the window. They didn't come all summer, so I am hoping this is a seasonal thing, and they will reappear soon.
Fall feels like a time to be productive, and I have been journaling quite a bit, letting the color and images flow, and seeing where it leads. My thoughts emerge in the chaos of collage, and I find a voice.
"I never violate an inner rhythm. I loathe to force anything... I don't know if the inner rhythm is Eastern or Western. I know it is essential for me. I listen to it and I stay with it. I have always been this way. I have regards for the inner voice." --Lee Krasner