Birch Hill as seen from Creamers Field, from the west. The last of the Canada geese are passing through Creamer’s, so we walk there to enjoy them before they leave us for the long winter. The sandhill cranes are long gone. I’ve been walking the woods near home and the cross-country ski trails at Birch Hill since the mosquitos and rain left. Every day the colors change. Autumn is already turning into Fall, falling, falling, sigh—ah, but with such a luminous blaze of golden glory!

My meditation teacher from July 2015’s Summer Arts Festival maintained that meditation provides a slowing, stretching, increase of time. I dream of that!  There is SO much I want to do, including more meditation.  I’m not very good about testing her theory, however. (I just bought a beautiful, relatively comfortable meditation bench—does that count?) With my great need for expanding time, I guess I should try meditating 24/7!  But then, no-thing would get done!  Where’s the best balance?

I’ve been intending to write a (series of) post(s) on some amazing books I’ve recently read or heard. They have been quite therapeutic in my quest to defuse my fears of going public with my developing intuitive self. But Brene Brown, Debbie Ford, and Anita Moorjani will have to wait a while longer. Their books are collecting dust on my desk.

Here’s a sampling of foliage from Birch Hill. Now is the peak of colors and textures.

Today’s rant about lack of time is all I can tell you about why I‘ve been posting even less than usual.

I have the second version of my first numerology class about ready to test on my next group of friends. However, my prime group cannot fit their busy schedules into my busy schedule before my official class begins with OLLI (Osher Lifelong Learning Institute). I’ll have to recruit a few others; wish me luck.

I was postponing (ignoring) my OLLI dream group when I got a list from OLLI with 4 new, interested people. Aaauugh! There are now eleven of us all together, enough to seed a starting dream work group.  MUST get going on this, too!  Read, write, shop!

Ah! I remembered one more facility, which had been closed for maintenance when I researched rental spaces earlier. I went there last Friday to check it out and apply for use. It’s great and has the lowest rental rate. I expect to receive permission soon. So last night, I stayed up late, expanded the email “group,” and sent out an update asking for preferred times. I am half excited at finally starting, and half dreading all the work I still want to do before starting.

I have had a couple of dreams recently that tell me to slow down and meditate!   ( LOL. )   I have jumped off the merry-go-round and walked mindfully around the labyrinth in town twice and often in the woods. September is THE BEST! Mosquitos left, the rain dried up after dousing all the wildfires, and the trees and underbrush are turning color. The stars are back. I’ve even seen a few auroras, aaahh!

Life is great. I just have more activities to savor than I have time for savoring.

My beautiful house with lawn and trees at their best.
The little stand in the foreground, over a birch stump, is for a mini-house for garden tools that David is painting to match the big house. His peony plots are just to the left. While I have walked, he has been happily gardening to his heart’s content.