i took a morning walk in late september, and have been meaning to post these images for a few weeks now. isn't it amazing how autumn brings change? slow at first, then a landslide into winter.

september. autumn hints in red, hides in green...

i met my newest neighbor today. she is a baby. a corgi named olive. and she stole my heart for a beautiful moment.

the mountains have been on fire all week long

smoke streaks the clear september evening sky as the sun slips - a hot red ball -
into its path

inside i am burning too
kali, the goddess of destruction, is
having her way with that forest in the distance
and with my own essence, with my own heart.
old growth turns to cinder and smoke

"fuego mi espiritu"
i lit this fire.

smoke rises higher on my crazy faith
but the coward inside craves escape. water.
what is burning? what will grow from these ashes?

the mountains have been on fire all week long

this morning is september. a powerful wave that has been circling the ocean of my heart since last september (and the september before that, and the september before that, and the september before that, and so on) arrives again. the day hits me in a way that the first of no other month does. why is this?

this year is the same, but different. i am rousing my windhorse today and riding her, riding her, riding her. she has a mane that tickles my face and mingles with my tears as she gallops fearlessly through the wave that is crashing, again, on this shore.