It was a rainy day here in the Ozarks, but not particularly cold or windy, so I took Ruby for her walk anyway. We had a wonderful time. Of course she found a stick, which I threw numerous times.
We saw large mixed flocks of sparrows and finches, who were enjoying the ripening grass heads in the field. I saw song sparrows, white crowned sparrows, and white chinned sparrows. I’m sure there were others out there too. The gold finches were flying with them. Around the house we have lots of juncos and chickadees. This morning I saw a brown thrasher in the stroll garden, which surprised me. I would have thought they had migrated south by now, but it hasn’t really been all that cold here. There is no sense of urgency.
The oaks are turning their shades of red and orange, and the japanese maple by my pond is a wonderful scarlet right now. I felt inspired to make an autumn mandala scan using these items plus some grass that was calling me.
The mood is somber out there, matching mine. I’ve been thinking very deeply lately, motivated by my sessions with my therapist. There is a lot to grieve for, and I have been journaling a lot.
My father fails daily, the weight of his years suddenly seems almost too much for him to carry any longer. The family is gathering this weekend; we are throwing a dinner party for the whole group here since we are going to be gone over Thanksgiving. I am glad we are going to have this opportunity to be together before we all fly to the four winds once again.