The air is electric tonight. A bold and playful energy swirling with the leaves. I could feel the spirits looking at me over their shoulders, eyes direct into mine, lips tweaked that amused and inviting way. An invitation to play, to play for the sake of playing…to see life through the eyes of a child, to be in the moment with wonder and curiosity.
The feeling makes me pause in the middle of the grocery parking lot and look up at the moon…yes…there she is beautiful and dazzling among the silver will o’ wisp of clouds. I am already thinking about coffee…the pinon pine coffee I have from the Southwest. And I
will brew a bistro, and drink it from my Pendleton “ancestors “ mug…the one with the grandfather silhouetted against the stripes of sunset, pointing up at the constellations of the night sky brilliant overhead. The children are leaning in to hear the stories of the stars shared in circle around the campfire.
I meet a friend in the store…with her husband and charming three year old son. She is expecting another baby. After we parted, I mused about her beauty and the miracle of life. Forty five minutes later I am leaving the grocery with my canvas bag full of goodies. Quinoa, potato bread for Jim, oatmeal, bananas, 3 Luna bars for tomorrow’s field trip, freshly ground spring red wheat flour grown in my own heartland, Montana. And I glance up at the moon.
Driving home the windows are down and I can feel autumn in the breeze. The season has shifted. The car unloaded, I inhale the scent of wood burning. A fireplace, a chimney? Smile. It is below 70 you know. Sami goes outside and I head down the hall to turn on the attic fan, hoping the draft brings even the faintest whisper of the smoky scent into the house.
I work at the sink, chasing the last of the stragglers of the great autumn ant migration down the drain. Clearing dishes is not a favorite chore and at this moment the task feels sacred. The water put on to boil, the dishwasher whirring, the dog licking; I get to sit down to write.
My spot is in the living room, the glare of the laptop really too severe. The coffee strong and hot. There is this sense of calmness and peace in the house. I revel in the magic of nightfall leaking in through open windows, with cricket song and hopefully the owl inquiring,
“Who cooks for you? Who, who, who cooks for you?”
I cannot resist, have to go out and stand in the moon shadows. Damp, tender, green grass underfoot. Crackling, scratchy grass of a few weeks ago replenished and refreshed with cool temperatures and moisture. I feel the Earth breathing, sighing, preparing for winter.
Standing firmly, connected to Earth, the feeling of shifting energy is strong and gentle, flowing through and around me. Stillness. Breathe. Smile. My favorite time of year.
And my heart whispers,
“What would it look like if I approached my challenges with curiosity and self-love?”