© Jo Hewitt THE TEAL MANGO, 2012
The SSB Drever and I went for a jaunt yesterday, around our usual haunts-the Heights and the Square. A cool October day insists upon comfy jeans and shoes, sweater, and of course a scarf and beret. Always the fashion plate, the SSB wore her always-in-style caramel, butterscotch coat with the white trim. Jaunty apparel for a brisk, jaunty walk.
With SSB Drever’s nails clicking out the beat, we walked on the stone and brick path I love. We walked by the school where sunflowers grow. We stopped in at the dog bakery-treat of course. We chatted at the vet’s-another treat and a weigh in-ugh. (we both could use to lose a few pounds). All in all, a happy walk, a happy day.
Ah, but more than happy-magical, surreal. What is it about the intense blue sky, a chorus line of fronds of grass with seed laden plumes swaying, the remains of summer flowers peaking out on cue for their final cameos, white clouds padding around softly so as not to disturb the show? An then, the scene that pulls you in. It starts with the trees subtly, dropping their summer robes, just a little to get your attention.
Then-the dance begins-the leaves, everywhere-flitting, flirting, laughing, calling you to join in the joy. Sing and dance with them, maybe not outwardly, but in your heart and in your soul. You may not be aware of the words, but your soul knows them. They are eternal words to an eternal melody of spirit and life.
Does it not seem strange that at a time of seeming decay there is such vibrancy and life! It is like the locust leaving the shell, the butterfly emerging from the cocoon, but bigger! Bigger than the universe and bigger than life itself. It is one of those moments of utter release of spirit, the dance of the soul in this realm and beyond.
That was one moment in one day in one October. But as I stood there, with my feet planted firmly on brick and stone, with The SSB Drever by my side, my soul danced with the sunlit leaves above my head. I am in the October of my life. And, there are signs of decay of my world here. But I will make all my October days a spirit dance of sunshine and laughter, a whirling dance of crimson and gold beneath a cerulean sky and I will meet my soul.
Golden Spirit Leaf Notes: Soul Songs On a Blustery October DayWindblown autumn leaves
Darting sunlight leaves, red, gold
What delight they hold Windblown autumn leaves Whirling, twirling sunlight chase Leaf laughter embrace Windblown autumn leaves Flit, alight, ignite soul song Joyous spirit song Windblown autumn leaves Flit askance, you dance ’round me My soul dance with You
Nymphs Dancing 1912, by Mark Senior.