Breaking the Hills into the Sea

Rain has been falling most of the day. It sounds like the secrets of old, dark mountains that have shivered slow on down to the ocean and dissolved - only to be drawn up again centuries later to become rain that breaks against my windows and into my garden. People say we are made of stars, but days like this I think they're wrong, I think we're made of hill-water and other people's secrets.




I have whiled the afternoon away, looking at pictures and listening to music. Later, I will be doing some autumn cleaning. It's the season for putting away lace and floral china, bringing out boots, long woolen coats, incence. For a woman can be both Brigid, weaving flowers in her hair, and the Cailleach.




Can you see her in the summer, wrapping green grasses around her heart, smiling like she is honey and new gentle promises? And can you see her as the year goes dark, not talking, tying her heart like a scarf to some tangly branch that protudes into the cold and feral wind?

The truth is, sometimes I feel like I've spent summer lounging around in a quiet dream, and then the rain comes and I wake up, and hear the raw wild silence, and am in a sudden rush to get home again.




9 comments:

  1. ah, the magic of a season changing
    lovely
    interesting thought on others secrets

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  2. These images are beautiful, Sarah! Autumn is my favorite time of year... I so envy that you're experiencing it right now while we suffer through spring & summer up here :)

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    1. thank you. we have just suffered a long, dry summer - we are still in drought - and I'm beginning to think our recent two days of cold wet weather were the entirety of autumn we will be allowed!

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  3. May I ask where you are ? my niece is in australia and its a changing season as well

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  4. And that is what I love about summer... And the way you write.

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  5. "The truth is, sometimes I feel like I've spent summer lounging around in a quiet dream, and then the rain comes and I wake up, and hear the raw wild silence, and am in a sudden rush to get home again."

    --And this is exactly how I feel about winter. It is like I am asleep, waiting, dreaming for the sun to return and the snow to melt. But, winter is our longest and most extreme season in New England, whereas summer sounds like the brutal season there. And, yet, I don't dislike winter. I think I would love it best if it were shorter.

    As always, your thoughts and photos are beautiful. I am glad that rain has come. ♥ We are expecting rain tomorrow and the day beyond.

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  6. Your words are a healing magic. What a powerful description of the rain! I do love your photos as well.

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