The garden is at its peak of bloom today with the air filled with the bouquet of wild roses that grow all around the edges of the lawn. But the wind has changed. The gentle summer breeze is gone and in its place there is the more urgent wind that hints of the changes that are coming. The time of the first harvest, Lammas, approaches and the first fruits of the field will soon be taken in.
This is always a melancholy time for me as I can sense the approaching fall. I grow restless now, needing to pack my bags and to prepare to escape the winter that will wash away the brilliant autumn colours which will soon paint the hills here.
The whole world seems unstable, shifting rapidly through its seasons while I feel like I am being swept of my feet - pushed off centre.
The presence of so much family who are usually scattered all over the continent and the world adds to my sense of unease. Even as they arrive I anticipate the time when we are all far apart, each in our own world. Tonight is a time of feasting and celebration but somehow I feel saddened and already alone. Instead of immersing myself in the festivities I sit in my room, writing this posting in my blog. Perhaps, I feel more at home in my solitude. Here I can focus and be calm; sheltered from the coming winds of change.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
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