Dancing The Wheel In Golden October
Sometimes, when life seems to be a struggle, we feel like we lose ground under our feet and then we flounder about and fling our arms in fear of falling. But what if we just do not realise that we are beginning to fly?“-Stefanie Neumann
In the early morning, the sun bathes everything in golden light, which slowly pours over the day like honey. The sky is azure-blue and clear. You might think it is warm, but it is cool and there is a hint of coming frost in the air. Slowly the morning concert of the birds fades and only a few crows pass over the house resounding loudly. Shortly afterwards on Sundays, bells ring out in prayer, enveloping the whole block in warm sound.
At noon, on some days, sea air blows in, brought by the nearby river from the North Sea. Then it smells really salty, as if the oncoming Winter is intensifying the aroma. On other days it seems almost Spring-like – even the birds seem to remember, once again – or perhaps already – the songs of Spring. And sometimes the scent of snow and ice can still be detected. The sun continues to shine in the azure-blue sky.
In the early afternoon, cranes can sometimes be heard moving from north to south, but they cannot be seen. Are they still gathering or are they already leaving for warmer climes? Sometimes the sun, when it comes around the house at this time, still has real power – so much so that it almost burns one’ s forehead. But only almost, because the Autumn air is already chilling one”s bones. One day it turns golden – even more golden than on the other days. The slowly changing colours of the trees and bushes seem to literally radiate. Everything is covered in a golden glow. You can literally hear it, because even the ambient noises sound golden. Everything is peaceful. It is a silent prayer that settles over everyone. An invitation to breathe in deeply – the golden light, the warmth of the sun, the fresh Autumn air, the spicy-sweet fragrance of Mother Earth, the peace. It remains cool. The vegetable soup with noodles will taste especially good and the birthday cake glows in earthy tones in the golden sunlight.
In the late afternoon, the light turns golden and makes everything glisten in the sun. The empty seed stalks on the comfrey look magical, the leaves on the small maple tree are flooded with light, which brings out their colourful autumn colours even more, the slowly turning yellow leaves of the young fruit tree turn golden and silky spider webs glitter everywhere, there seem to be a few more every day. Finally, a small spider shows itself, glistening in the sun itself, shimmying along the loose web of threads. Then a breeze comes and the little spider flies aloft to new adventures. The aroma in the air changes, is now all earthy and a little woody. It scents of Autumn. In the still blue sky, the bachelor crows fly over the landscape. Soon they will gather again regularly in the aspen-tree behind the house to tell their stories and sing their songs.
In September I watched the first aspen leaves swirling to the ground. Now, in October, the beech leaves are hovering down, only swirling in a gust. In November, it will be the oak leaves, that swirl to the floors. But until then, don’t you just wish to heap up those colourful leaves and jump right into them?
Some days, fluffy clouds roll in, temporarily obscuring the sun, but everything continues to be covered in a golden glow. Then the sun comes through again and bathes everything in a honey-golden hue that brings out the reds in the maple particularly well. One day, a ladybird sits on a still green maple leaf, bringing birthday wishes. High above the houses soars a buzzard, its wings shimmering golden in the sun. Another birthday guest who otherwise does not show up every day. On another day, a pair of jays makes an appearance. Like the buzzard, they glisten golden in the sun as they fly close over the house. Then they can be heard discussing loudly with the magpies in the distance.
In the evening, small clouds gather, reflecting the golden light of the evening sun. Above them, the sky is still blue. Somewhere someone is burning the dry leaves from the garden and a sweet woody scent with the aroma of smoke drifts over. The concert of songbirds thickens. On Saturdays, bells ring for evening prayer. Slowly the sun sinks behind the house opposite. Sometimes the clouds in the azure-blue sky turn red, just before the sun goes to rest behind the house opposite, then the sky dresses itself in a cloak of ultramarine-blue. Again, there is a hint of the nearing first frost in the air, making the lights in the surrounding windows look cosy. The scent of wood fire drifts in. It is now cool enough to sit by the fireplace in the evening, if one is owned.
On gloomy days Mother Earth is cloaking herself in dark clouds.”— Stefanie Neumann
This is an invitation to let your own inner light shine.
Homemade treats warm body, mind and soul.
It is time to create, paint, craft and tell stories.
Of fairies and ghosts…
Once upon a time, I went for a stroll and found myself in a ghostly place. Darkness fell and mist arose and I could not see my hand afore my face. There, a path was lit by a mysterious glow, so I decided this would be the way to go. It guided me safely to the light of day, until I could, once again, find my own way. I know, I have been protected that day. Thank you to the fairies is what’s left to say. -Stefanie Neumann
One dark night I heard a horrible, unworldly scream. It made me shudder to my bones. I froze and stared with an open mouth. What was this? What spectre was howling in the middle of the night? A banshee, perhaps? Meanwhile the nightly work at the construction site of the nearby road continued... -Stefanie Neumann
And like Frederick the mouse, we draw from the memories we have collected on lighter days.
With this in mind:
Are you ready to shine a bright light of awareness on the path of beingness, today?
Much Love, Steffi