It is late Autumn. Trees, exhausted by heat and the turbulent storms of summer, withdraw their life force. Their leaves, sere and brown, clog the gutters and scurry across the grass, pursued by a restless breeze. The equinox has passed and the sun hastens on its journey north. There is a sense of contraction, a … More Autumn and the Liminal Spaces
Autumn has arrived and, with it, a lessening of energy. As the need for increased rest curtails my activities, I have found solace in writing, tucked up on the sofa with a cup of tea and Mme Pouqui for company, or sitting in the sun whenever it peeps from behind its veil of clouds. The … More The Way of Silence
As I walked this afternoon along the bushland road near my home, small signs of autumn claimed my attention. Fallen pine-cones, mushrooms and toadstools dancing in the grass, the warm, musty odour of damp earth, the rain-washed sky – but most of all the trees, their topmost branches stained by the colours of the sun. … More Autumn
