Autumn is Here
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.
Some are wrapped in beauty,
seducing a solution
through an earthly form.
Some are inconspicuous entirely,
casting awareness as frequently as beings are born
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.
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.