Harvest Time

Everything is turning orange and brown. There is still green left in the world. Sunflowers have made their debut and are starring in the fields. Apples, squash, and yams are all the rage in food fashion. Carbs are coming back in style. Red wine is in.
Autumnal haute couture is definitely my favourite.
Last night there were yams, scalloped potatoes, and apple pie.
Yesterday I wandered in a semi-domestic forest and was only barely bothered by bugs. I learned the history of the space with cards and pictures and reclaimed the power of my younger days.
The afternoon was spent in groves of apples searching for the perfect colour to assimilate. My guy contemplated the utter beauty of apple trees and we both breathed deeply the scent of orchards (apples, fermentation, grass, fallen leaves, horses). My sister picked out the favourites. I got stuck in a tree trying to reach a pretty one, which Jim plucked deftly for me, then plucked me from the branches as well.
The evening saw family pictionary (which my side won), as the evening before saw family "buzzword" (which my side also won).
There was church, and real pagan worship in the leaves.
There was quiet and rest, as well as merryment and laughter.
There were naps, and activities.
There was real celebration.

My heart is full. My heart is celebrating.
My heart is thankful.

October Begins

Last night I found the perfect leaf and pressed into my pleasure journal. I discovered it on a lawn, on a street I used to avoid, walking with Jim after a delicious sushi dinner on my way to deliver my very first completed patient case to my supervisor, discussing handfasting ceremonies and flatulence.

Such is my life.

The past few weeks have seen many different things. I've been extremely busy with school, three jobs, dance rehearsals, and an attempt to maintain some semblance of a social life. I've seen my sisters twice in three weeks, which is definitely not nearly enough, but almost more than I had expected. I've had brief, but memorable meltdowns and anxiety attacks over various homework assignments, but have somehow managed to hand everything in on time and keep all of my hair. (During one particularly distressing episode, I was in Jim's apartment and noticed that he had kept his electric razor on the bathroom counter and, conveniently, PLUGGED IN. I think I only avoided disaster by reminding myself I had too much to do before taking a break with a razor.)

I just switched my facebook to "English (Pirate)" and it's amazing.

It really is the little things in life I love.