Hiatus

Forgive me, dear Readers. Although lots has been fluttering by, I haven't had the time or energy to actually post. This has to do with adjusting to my new day job, which is 9 to 5 four days a week and requires plenty of commitment and hands-on activity.

I hope to post sporadically and resume a more regular schedule once I settle in to my new routine.

Meanwhile, the last day of summer is past and the trees are turning. So the focus turns towards the last quarter of the year.

I love summer, and yet...

These early autumn days amaze me. There's the astonishing matter of body adjustment I've mentioned before, how 18 degrees last week felt freezing to me, and this week, fa la la, quite lovely and warm, thank you very much.

But more than that I experience a flood of creativity, energy and ideas flowing in both for new impulses and towards renewing the lagging and lapsed. I mean, yesterday, putting other projects on hold, I wrote a complete 1500 word piece, a memoir for a writing competition (and sent it off), and this morning, behold, a poem is right there, on my notebook in less than five minutes! Where does this all come from?

Quite the question, and one that science doesn't seem to look at or have any suggestion to answer. However, it seems to me there's a clue from spiritual science. Working as I do with the weekly verse from Rudolf Steiner's Calendar of the Soul, I wonder if this change in my conscious and creativity has to do with the 'light from the world wide spaces' that 'shines into the Spirit's depths'. I'd say that yes, to some extent at least this resonates and echoes with my experience.

Flying by

I'm lucky enough to have a good view of sky and tree tops from my bedroom window. Yes, I can also see a bit of neighbouring rooftop, but not much. So after waking I've enjoyed watching birds flying by, seagulls and geese, sometimes crows, all stretching their wings wide and gliding with the wind. Or, to be more accurate, with the thermals.

What I'm trying to observe is the different manner in which the different kinds of birds flap their wings. My husband seems to know this without thinking about it and can easily identify a duck, for instance. Me, I have to work at it, but it's an enjoyable observation exercise. I can do a humming bird.

When I started to think of the various birds that we see around here, I also thought about insects that fly. In the garden I've seen a very few bumble bees, and quite a few wasps. Which leads me to the flying annoyances that have been far too prolific this summer -- the mosquitoes. I'm so glad they've given us a break this past week. Now all they have to do is keep away when the weather warms up again as it surely will.