Autumn is Here

Autumn is Here

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Photo: First Autumn experienced in Seattle, 2000

Autumn is here.  Finally.  I fall in love with this season every time it rolls around. I am not always in a place where I can actually experience it, but here in the Pacific Northwest Autumn’s arrival is being felt.  The weekly weather exchanges crisp, golden sunny days with grey, rainy skies.  I love it all. The transition into the cooling period is a relief to my senses and I savour every moment.

I ring in the rustling season with the start of this new blog.  A tribute to movement and the crafts I continue to hone.

So to start things off, here’s an excerpt from a poem I wrote through a writing exchange with a friend.  The topic of the week was ‘suffering.’  I immediately thought of the bodhisattva spirit and the notion of creatures on this planet committed to the cessation of suffering for all beings.  It’s a huge idea.  I hope to approach it in life with humility, grace- and a dash of feistiness.

Bodhisattvas are Everywhere


Some sip suffering like wine.

Dilute.

Transform.


Some serve,

and mourn.


Some are wrapped in beauty,

seducing a solution

through an earthly form.


Some are inconspicuous entirely,

casting awareness as frequently as beings are born

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A bodhisattva does not desire peace-

not peace alone.


Beauty, truth, nor a noble stance

defines a bodhisattva.


By features they are unrecognizable,

by presence, undeniable.


Small things, small things.

And sometimes tremendous acts.


Jeweled in tears,

engaged to compassion and rigor.


Bodhisattvas,

philosophers of our condition,

warriors of a timeless tract.


For some the weapon is words,

the chosen path a single act.


With mind open,

you see a bodhisattva in a single glance.