a walk

I am Autumn

            Confused leaves bounce, swirl widely. Explode outward, rush toward my car, then suddenly lift skyward, divide and race away back into their interrupted flight.

Reminding and remembering that bright spot of youth that gives one immorality.

All has been and will be that way forever. Time stands still when you're young.

All options open, choices behind doors that swing open at the touch.

Vivid, intense and free.

            My view of the past is longer now. I can see backward toward my youth,

Spring and Summer.

Seeing my triumphs and failures- feeling those lumps where I could have chosen differently- but with now with acceptance for who I am and new patience for who I was. 

            Now, I apply the brakes momentarily, and pop out of my head.

Running crazy leaves, brings me awareness, shows me my memories.

The privilege of these backward glances.

            I am middle age.

All that was limitless before now has a deadline. Options are controlled by life circumstances, finances and health.

Resources are marshaled by choices made years ago.

Yes, there are losses but there are compensations too.

It was good. I feel blessed. I have been lucky. 

            I get back in my car, renewed by a subtle urgency and drive to my studio. There, I will get lost for a while longer with my colors, textures and this overwhelming desire to create.

New Hampshire in DE-Light!

Clouds Kissing

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in Holiday 'FUN' and the 'pleasures' of my studio.

I take myself out into the back woods- just under 50 acres with ajoining properties.

I can tramp around to my heart’s delight, creating mind reflections.

Being the age of my body and concerned about slippage, I take a stick cast off by a tree to steady me. 

Instantly, I am transformed into a Druid YoDa-like woman of the forest. 

Woman of the Woods

I am traversing looking for omens and other odd events to throw light on the thoughts harboring inside my mind. Do you see her in above picture?

Dare I Wander and Ponder?

The snow still beneath my feet,

Except for the occasional leap-

from my heart.

I tread a slow path though the woods.

stopping to stare and wonder. 
Stopping to gaze and ponder. 
These moments spinning

into golden memories.