“It’s said that All Hallows’ Eve is one of the nights when the veil between the worlds is thin – and whether you believe in such things or not, those roaming spirits probably believe in you, or at least acknowledge your existence, considering that it used to be their own. Even the air feels different on Halloween, autumn-crisp and bright.”
Today is the first day of October. I look outside this morning and see a cloudy sky. I walk outside this morning and feel cool temperatures. The leaves haven’t begun to fall yet, though I know they will.
I love this time of year.
Historically, spring as the been the season for rebirth. For me though, fall is a time when I can spread my wings and venture back outside – I can try new things, experience new adventures, and meet new people. I feel reborn every year once October arrives.
Changing gears a touch – I’d like to start this month of ghosts and goblins by sharing a picture of the dreaded Ninja Santa! After all, ninjas are so sneaky, they celebrate Christmas on Halloween!
On a related note – any unique costume suggestions you might have for me this Halloween will be duly considered. I might even post a picture of the costume I wear at the end of the month for you all to go wide-eyed at… So pick well! Leave your suggestions in the comments below, or email them to me at thedingowashere@gmail.com.
I want to thank you all, those who read these “growlings”. You are part of my adventure. If there is anything you all would enjoy seeing me write about, please let me know as well. I want you all to enjoy this journal as much as I enjoy writing it. Who knows – with Halloween fast approaching we might even get a fright out of learning what I think on various subjects!
Featured image courtesy of the city of Frisco, Colorado.
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
As summer draws to a close, and autumn hides just below the horizon, I am reflective. This has been an interesting summer.
We continue to live with the idea that the ending of the summer is the beginning of of the end, with rebirth in the spring waiting as the next great adventure. I disagree.
The summer is a time of life, that is true, but it is also a time of heat. It is a time of being a recluse, at least for me. This happens every year for me – once the heat becomes unbearable, I draw the curtains, curl up on the couch, read, and withdraw into myself. This is as true this year as any – it’s as true as the changing of the seasons as they are one and the same for me.
My Mustang is named Summer’s Shadow. She told me this name in confidence but I feel it is acceptable to share with you as well. She chose this name for herself, as a way to remind herself, and me by extension, that there is always something great to come. A shadow is not just a shadow – it can be the future. The shadow can be relief- when we can emerge from our caves after the heat has passed. The shadow can be the future – when we awaken and watch the leaves change colors.
The shadow is the future, welcoming.
“By all these lovely tokens September days are here, with summer’s best of weather and autumn’s best of cheer”
– Helen Hunt Jackson
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