We are back! Fall in all of its golden hued glory is in full bloom and our writing circle is grateful to be reconvening after the summer break. This month our theme was simply AUTUMN. We have a wonderful collection of new writings. We hope you enjoy them and that they nudge us all to take a few minutes to stop and create a space within to see what is waiting to be said.
Thank you so much to all of our contributors and readers. Wherever we live ~ whether we participate in person or in spirit ~ what joy there is in being a part of this together!
Our next circle will meet on November 7th.
Warmest Regards and Happy Fall,
FRACTURED AUTUMN by Rosalind Seneca
It is autumn.
I am in the autumn of my life and I have fallen down the stairs.
All the way down the basement stairs from top to bottom in the dark.
I hit my head, smashed my face, fractured my neck and fractured my foot.
I have a slight concussion.
The fractures are small so no operations or casts, just an extremely uncomfortable, stiff and unyielding surgical collar, and huge surgical boot.
I must wait six weeks to be released from these.
I am finally angry.
Did I need this? Do I need a lesson in patience, in gratitude that it was not worse?
Do I need to be told by my loving friends who come with such sympathy and sorrow bearing fabulous flowers that I should get some nightlights and shut the basement door?
Do I need to listen in pain to their outpourings about their surgeries and injuries in enormous detail?
Do they think I am in an especially good position to sympathize?
I am tired of being grateful for visits and calls; holding myself back when my sister says I should make rice puddings to increase my calcium, and my sister- in-law says I should walk a lot.
I just want to lash out and say I AM HURT. THIS IS NOT FAIR. I DO NOT DESERVE THIS. I HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG AND I GOT SMASHED ANYWAY. SEE MY ANGER. SIT WITH ME WHILE I GNASH MY TEETH AND BE A WITNESS TO ME WHILE I RAGE.
Summer Has Past Now Fall Has Come by Sue Edmondson
Summer has passed oh those glorious days where the sun's heat gives warmth and color to the near naked body. Now fall has arrived. Cold weather is here. Now we weigh ourselves with layers of clothing. You feel the weight of this all pulling you down in a heap. Fall is not so bad after all. It's just getting us ready like seeds being planted in the fall. And in the spring the seeds start to sprout and our bodies are renewed with life. This has meaning and hope for me.
OCTOBER FIRST by Susan Abbott Maitner
The first day of
and taking off my summer clothes
Squirrel scurrying across the deck
Endings by Lisa Brown
Dry crunching leaves beneath my feet
Winds that blow in and around me sneaking into my clothes
Giving me a chill that is hard to warm
Shorter days that make me feel as if time is getting away from me
All of these making me pull the covers over my head
OCTOBER SECOND by Susan Abbott Maitner
God knows when I last put on a pair of socks,
but today I do.
Gone is the seventy-degree September weather
and bathroom tiles send icicles through my feet
while stepping from the shower
Ferreting through the bottom drawer
I nab a pair of over-sized Woolrichs
marled grey and still in the package
Reaching almost to my knees
they warm me:
a belated inheritance from my father
I will wear them for three days straight
Falling by Janet Maulbeck
Stripping my little tree
The wind blows
I am shaken
As things fall away
My roots are more important
than my flowers
which come and go
I dig deep and
Hoping for growth
But wanting solace
I endure the turn of seasons
TRANSITION by Susan Abbott Maitner
You are a charmer and
will turn two in November
Today we walk your sister to school
and you absolutely will NOT
take hold of your sweet mama’s hand
Instead, when I ask,
you reach for my finger
Together we meander
at your pace
You want me:
and I am
over the moon
Autumn by Nancy Burgas
Twice in autumn I wed
seeking warmth in the russet leaves
clutching the waning light
clinging to the end of summer
But all the while embracing the sanctuary
of long, dark nights
cozy fires burning in the hearth
As sure as I dip a toe
into the chilly days of fall
this I know with certainty
the second time’s a charm
No winds of despondency
blowing through an empty house
but rather the golden glow of rings
gleaming on our hands
in a season of endings
Fall Has Entered Into My Bones by Dr. Stella E. Humphries
Fall has entered into my bones this year
Each day I leap out of bed and breathe it in –
the cool, the rain (finally)
the mist playing on the mountains
the drops of drizzling rain against the lights at night
the freshness of the air in the evening.
The gentle, subtle turning of the leaves from green to hints of red and yellow …
Bounty by Maureen West
Excitement, finding seedlings
One red, one golden
Both a cherry variety
Planting in May
Beautiful sunny days
Sun Gold, identifiable
Gradone: They’re red
And each day grow bigger
Beautiful growers, vibrant red ovals
I pick and pick
They keep me busy
Now a collection of the reddest perfect looking specimens
Google: “Cook plum tomatoes”
Boil the water
Drop in for one minute
Let cool, peel
Then chop a copious amount
Pull out the oval Creuset pot, now 49 years old!
Prepare Ratatouille Supreme:
Peel, slice, salt the eggplant . . .
You get the rest
Time taken, a late summer morning
Joyful and creative
Shared then froze the rest for February
Second crop: Italian Sauce, basic
Chopped as is, skin/seeds/all
Took little time, still tasty
In the freezer for January
NOW I KNOW by Eileen Gerety
On the lawn
Sun speaking… “Be”
Through the trees
It’s seeking me!
Time out today
Tonight is Joy
I’m preparing to
Tell the story
How I came
To this place
Changing my pace….
To live a life
Of Joy and Love
At times, it sure
Fits like a glove!
Forget so fast
That I can be
At home, right here
And just be me.
Don’t need to run
Don’t need to hide
Right here, right now
I’ll hit my stride!
This moment is
What life’s about
Of this I’m certain
My joy can spout!
Kindness for self
An elusive gift
Coming and going
Sometimes, it shifts….
Mindfulness the key
The only way
Others dispute but…
It carries the day!
So hard to stop
And ponder anew
What drives me and
What drives you?
And yet the sun
Aloft in the sky
Is glad I’m here
And so am I!
All Life’s Seasons by Lorri Lizza
Today we shared space with all life’s seasons.
Our theme was “autumn” but the other three showed up!
Displaced from where we normally perch in the Parish Hall
Because of a funeral luncheon to be held later in the morning,
We found ourselves equally cozy space upstairs, right outside the Guild Room (where we had attempted to resettle).
Toddlers and young ones
Dressed in tiny GAP Hoodies and little pink coats with yellow felt flowers
Were learning Spanish in that room.
I watched them tumbling out at the end of class, gleeful
Sneaking peeks, shyly waving
Jumping down the staircase with their youngish parents in tow.
Just missing the funeral goers on their way to lunch.
And we writers, observing all the movement
Many of us now in the autumn of our lives . . .
Dear Friend: Look for all the seasons in every moment – each one is there
On the in breath and the out breath
In every endeavor and relationship
The water wheel turns – its rhythm a comfort
The circle breathes effortlessly – expanding and contracting naturally
We can do the same
Whenever we allow things to be as they are.
Today we shared space with all life’s seasons.
Smashed But Happy by Rosalind Seneca
I have just had a terrible accident and I wonder why I feel so happy?
The worst has happened and I have survived – could that be it?
Everybody says they love me and love my writings – could that be it?
I am thinking about ending my 30 year psychotherapy journey – could that be it?
Why do I feel new life is just beginning in me?
I feel nineteen, my real age.
Jesus seems very real to me.
Love is growing into a great world inside me.
That must be it.