Micro-seasons creative journey – October

October’s micro-seasons have transported us from the golden days of post-summer to the chilly days and early nights of a colder season. As well as the expected fiery leaves and succulent fruits, there have been all sorts of surprises such as the mushrooms that seemed to appear from one day to the next and the startling red of the yew berries.

Japanese Anemone

The autumn has felt pretty busy so far. Full, like a basket at harvest time. During these few days, I came down with quite a strong cold. Instead of my waters drying up, I had a runny, sniffly nose and felt like a zombie. I figured my body knows what it’s doing – perhaps giving me a chance to assimilate all that has happened in recent weeks.


An incredible few days at EarthHeart, exploring the richness and beauty of life, nature, and ourselves together with a wonderful circle of women.

Yom Kippur – a day of atonement. A day of releasing what no longer serves us from the past. A day of becoming one with ourselves and with the universe.

The luscious pears growing in the wild garden. Life in all its fragrant beauty. And a reminder that I am part of this bounty!

Autumn leaves

Rain often dampens my mood but I’ve been feeling quite upbeat these last few days. So many leaves have fallen since I was last in the park, although some trees are still clinging to their green. There’s one tree that looks like it is surrounded by a pool of fire…


Mushrooms have appeared in the wild garden. Groups huddled together… I can’t help but think of Sylvia Plath’s ‘Mushrooms’ poem – one of my favourites. (see below) Meanwhile, I have a lingering cough – a parting gift from my recent cold – but I am still feeling chirpy. I am loving autumn so far.

Mushrooms by Sylvia Plath

Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly

Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.

Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.

Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,

Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,

Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We

Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking

Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!

We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,

Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:

We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot’s in the door.

Text from allpoetry.com


The temperature definitely dropped this season, shifting us out of the relatively warm golden end of summer into the damp, chilly, colder months. I felt the energy within me change, too, wanting to settle in for some quieter, cosier, homier days and nights. The dark of the moon and the turning back of the clocks added to this sense of turning inward, nights growing longer, and the needs for cosiness and warmth.


Pulling out my chunky woollen jumpers as it becomes noticeably colder. Brighter mornings and getting dark early. The leaves look so beautiful as they cover everything in a magical carpet of autumn. The Yew smell so fresh in the rain, lining the alley that leads to the park.

Wishing you all a lovely November!


Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s