Chop wood, carry water

In Saturday’s mailbox, reminders that the Fall Equinox is working its lovely charm.

What I say comes not from me, but from the consciousness common to all of us.

You don’t know whether to feel happy or sad, which means that it’s a choice, in part – and besides, the seasons will keep turning...whether you want them to be or not. It doesn’t have anything to do with you. – Pico Iyer

There is somethng clean and complete about autumn.

The ground looks swept under the trees...

The artist begins to study the art of subtraction. – Tony Hoagland

Tell me, while I’m sweeping leaves till kingdom come, is it getting in the way of my life? Is it interfering with my life? Keeping me from my life? Only my imaginary life, that life of what-ifs and how-comes: the life I’m dreaming of. At the moment that I’m raking leaves, at the moment I’m doing anything, it is my life, it is all of time, and it is all of me. – Karen Maezen Miller