Fall
While I would have loved to launch this blog on the very day autumn began, it’s still very fitting for a mid-season start. And anyway, do seasons ever really begin the very day they’re marked on a calendar?
I liken the process of thinking to the process of the autumn harvest. This is traditionally the season where we reap everything we’ve sowed. And for me, it’s a meditative season where random fractional thoughts that were brewing all year begin to surface and I gather them, mull them over and think about the year to come. Sorting through these tangents is like picking through crated vegetables, and putting them together and letting them blossom into reality is like putting together a dish and serving it to the world. Thoughts can often take hold of you and give you those same warm fuzzies you get when your cupping a mug of warm hot chocolate. There’s so much warmth and comfort in that one little cup, and the anticipation of the first sip gives you just as much pleasure as chugging down the whole thing. I really love this season.
– Cynthia Furey
