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A warm memory of an autumn Saturday. We have drifted into snow and cold and wind, and I am happy to remember a peaceful day.

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Hygiene, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “It is in the turmoil of chaos that we discover what, if anything, we are.” — Orson Scott Card

Daily gratitudes:
Blue skies
Clean dishes
Prayers of friends
Cozy couches
Good walks

 

Darkness comes too early now, but I know that golden leaves and sun-bright streams exist.

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Outside Morrison, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.” — Lauren DeStefano

Daily gratitudes:
The lady who complimented my outfit today
MKL
Puppies
Almost the end of the election
A clean living room

 

 

These are the leaves of the little sumac tree in my front yard. They are the most beautiful colors, and dangle delicately on their velvety soft and fragile stems. Rather like fall itself.

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Lafayette, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “a wind has blown the rain away & the sky away & all the leaves away, & the trees stand. i think i, too, have known autumn too long.” — e.e. cummings

Daily gratitudes:
MKL’s strength
My repaired fence to withstand the reproach of winter winds
A new mailbox that I can’t knock over in the dark
Digging into an engine and getting all greasy
A lovely weekend

Even though fall is indeed approaching (and along with that comes the “s” word), one of the wonderful things about living in Colorado is this time of year, when the skies are brilliant blue and the aspens are turning their leaves to the sun, shiny a fluttering new pennies.

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Central City, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “If your mind and spirit are seduced by images of windswept ridge tops, flutters of aspen leaves caressed by a canyon breeze and the crimson tendrils of dying sun…” — Reid Lance Rostenthal

Daily gratitudes:
The BBC
Falling asleep early
Kelsea packing (with the help of Joy) – a mixed blessing
When I can put my head on MKL’s shoulder
Fashion Week

Our mother-daughter labor day trip delrailed from its original “Roadside America” theme this year. Kelsea was exhausted and needed some rest. We had an “at home” day, where we did nothing but binge-watch “Playing House” and “Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell.” Then we had a mountain day, where we headed up to Central City, to the Cemetery, which is one of Kelsea’s favorite places, did some four-wheeling, ate battered and fried shoe insole in the form of country-style steak, and today, we had a Labor Day cookout with MKL’s side of the family, and then sat on a bench with a beautiful view and read for an hour in the wind. Not typical of our weekends, but still, our time together was lovely and always the most important part. And here in Colorado, the aspens are turning early, a sign of an early fall.

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Central City, Colorado.

Quote of the day: ““Most people say about graveyards: “Oh, it’s just a bunch of dead people. It’s creepy.” But for me, there’s an energy to it that it not creepy, or dark. It has a positive sense to it.” — Tim Burton

Daily gratitudes:
Mother-daughter time
A new set of family
Playing with a 2-year old
Ice water
My truck

Well, sort of. It was a very quiet Halloween. No trick-or-treaters. Honestly, between my tall fence and my creepy dead tree, I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighborhood kids think my house is haunted. Oh wait, it is. 🙂 So I give you this little creepy goody, taken at Kelsea’s favorite place in the mountains.

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Central City, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “Remember your name.  Do not lose hope–what you seek will be found.  Trust ghosts.  Trust those that you have helped to help you in their turn.  Trust dreams.  Trust your heart, and trust your story.” — Neil Gaiman

Daily gratitudes:
The little girl in the unicorn costume at the grocery store
Being warm inside when the wind is blowing
The crunch of dead leaves underfoot
Watching Mr. Man watch the falling leaves
Feeling a little better

Things here continue to be in flux, with the town considering buying and scraping my little white house, and challenges with figuring out how MKL and I are going to merge households. Add to that the possibility that our long plan trip to a remote island is in grave jeopardy due to his work, and what do you have? Me. Fragile. Having fantastic dreams of tornadoes and devils and destructions. But still standing. Trying to find my places of gratitude and power, while letting go of the things I cannot control. My brain does have a tendency to ruminate on things, making them worse than they are. At least I recognize that, and I can work with myself on it.

We did have a lovely day on Sunday, taking Sophia the BMW over Guanella Pass to see the change of seasons. Here’s an image that reflects the transience and fragility of nature. And yet, each season marks a return to a new sort of beauty and strength.

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Guanella Pass, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “One can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in big things, and happy in small ways.” — Lemony Snicket

Daily gratitudes:
The red-tailed hawk on the telephone wire, sun shining through his tail feathers
EPA workers protesting the government shutdown
That it was good coffee, even if I did spill it all over my shirt
The shine and dance in MKL’s eyes when he looks at me
A dog to pet outside the grocery store

 

A gentle sunset on the Front Range…perhaps our last for a while, as the weather is to turn cold and snowy this weekend.

Boulder County, Colorado.

Quote of the Day: “Be still. it takes no effort to be still; it is utterly simple. When your mind is still, you have no name, you have no past, you have no relationships, you have no country, you have no spiritual attainment, you have no lack of spiritual attainment. There is just the presence of beingness with itself”.   —  Gangaji

Daily gratitudes:
Finding humor in awkwardness
Owning my grumblebunny attitude
Real bunnies
A brisk walk
Foster the stuffed koala bear

It was cold walking downtown today.

The snapdragons and the zinnias and the sweet potato vines were still blooming, but so were the red holly berries, starkly brilliant against their dark green leaves.

I felt…confused and unexpected. I had forgotten what wind chill was.

I felt 18 again.

But my trenchcoat is the wrong color.

My pockets were empty. Where were my gloves? The lady passing me had big black-and-white herringbone patterned gloves, and I complimented her on how fun they were. She smiled.

Tears spring to my eyes.  From the wind or the pretty spindrift of prose in my head or the memory of being 18.

At 18, I walked another city’s streets in thin, soft Indian-print dresses and bohemian shirts, like the one I wear today.

The coolie shoes that I wore then, regardless of the weather, have been replaced by cowboy boots, as befits this city.

I remember the endless Dr. Who-like scarf that I gave to my boyfriend at Christmas, a find from a Cambridge thrift-store now long gone.

As is the boyfriend.

And probably the scarf.

I like the direction my life is taking now. Despite the approaching winter, I am happy.

Taken from just behind Davidson Mesa, Sunday blessed us with a lovely sunset.

Louisville, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “…we remember moments, and the richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.” —  Terri Herman-Poncé

Daily gratitudes:
The brightness of tonight’s waning moon
My perfume
Contemplative thoughts
Morning egg sandwiches
The turning leaves outside my bedroom window

 

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