This is a link to Dr Kathleen Jenks' marvelous page on the autumnal equinox and autumn season as seen through the myths and customs of peoples around the world. Its illustrations alone are worth the visit and Kathleen's opening essay is most inspiring.
If you are a die-hard Sloane fan, rejoice that another of his works is again available. In Eric Sloane's ABCs of Early Americana, the author takes us through a variety of objects and practices from past centuries in America. He tells us that he arranged this sketchbook in an A-Z format after early Americans' interest in the lore and beauty of the English alphabet.
Learning brings joy and ecstasy to living from the playfulness of learning as well as the sense of accomplishment. Where there is joy, the quality of life increases exponentially, the immune system is enhanced and the future looks brighter. Learn to make learning a part of your everyday routine and you will stay forever young in mind and spirit.
Time is an elusive entity. Some even say that there is no such thing as time except as perceived by the flow of events. Our perception of the passage of time can change with the blink of an eye. Time stands still; time flies. Time drags on. Where did the time go? I just need a little more time! We had a great time! If only I had the time.
The Autumn can have so many different meanings. Here is my potpourri, a perspective biased by years in the Midwest US/central Canada, the Great Lakes region with a hint of Pacific Northwest Coast for added seasoning.
Stress, we all have it. Some of us have it more than others. Stress can drain the body of energy, depress the immune system, create states of disease and rob the mind of focus.Too much stress is definitely not a good thing. So, in this stress-filled world, how can we best find relief? It may sound funny but laughter is the number one prescription for stress relief.
While living in the Great Lakes basin, one of my most anticipated annual events as Indian Summer. Indian Summer brought the region a stretch of several days with warm afternoons, mild and the bright visage of autumn crimson and gold foliage against rich blue overhead skies treated all of my senses with a vast panorama of sensuality.
For nearly 14 years of my working life, I was a long-distance commuter, making the daily journey of 100 kilometres (60 miles) each way. During this time, I developed two insights about the practice from two different perspectives. The prime one was this: When God handed out common sense to folks before they were born, occasionally he ran out. These people eventually become commuters. The second states that: If you must commute, public transit is the only way to go.
I recall a bright late-October morning when I gazed out my window to see dawn's rays glistening off lawns and low hedges fuzzy with frost. Grass blades puffed out like hoary feathers of a great frost bird, the morning air fragile with autumnal breath now visible.
It's about time we declare war on food waste -- and none too soon, if you ask me. According to US Department of Agriculture figures a few years ago, American households are responsible for 14 million tons, or 28 billion pounds, of food waste per year. That's 280 pounds of food per household tossed into the trash annually.
Weather and various atmospheric phenomena are, in my opinion, the most sensual aspects of life. We see weather, we hear weather, we smell weather and occasionally taste weather, and we definitely feel weather. We often stop listing the senses there, but other physical senses also respond to the weather, as do many mental and spiritual senses. I combine them all under the umbrella of having a weather eye, being sensually aware of the weather around us.