Today is slow, and inviting toward introspection. I have gratitude, for this time of year is for letting go, turning in. As an introvert, autumn turning into winter is my favorite time of year. It is natural to spend more time in bed, sleeping, reading, knitting or sewing. It is a great time for journaling.
I can easily appreciate the small things I notice, the beautiful things I read, or hear or see. I find I have time to weave them all together, and psychically my world is a beautiful quilt of small victories.
The tree outside, from the view of my small back porch is orange and yellow dragon-fire right now. Its leaves rain down in bursts of wind.
I had homemade jam on toast at breakfast. Sweet and red.
Two nights ago I discovered that I can indeed attach the dead body of a moth or beetle with hot wax onto paper, and that the heat from the wax and candle does not burn up papery moth wings. New terrains in my personal practice of collage will be explored.
My most recent issue of Bitch Magazine came in the mail yesterday. Articles on video game gender-bending, witches hexing the patriarchy, and psychedelics as medicinal- all in one issue. I’m about it.
Also the library, treasure trove for rabid intellectual curiosity. It’s always there, just waiting to be consulted.
I found an old scarf I forgot I had yesterday. It’s made of wool-felted flowers. It’s really a wearable wool garland. I can drape flowers around myself, and just… walk around like that.
Small beauties, noticed, create a largely beautiful life. Sometimes, and indeed in these times,
this practice is more important than ever.
Gratitude for little things, in tandem with right action against oppression
create a Beautiful Life.
For in folding ourselves in beauty, we must not forget our world that needs healing. But more on that another time.
Right now, it is right and good to seek sanctuary in small and beautiful things.