“All through autumn, we hear a double voice: One says everything is ripe; the other says everything is dying. The paradox is exquisite”
Gretel Ehrlich, poet and travel writer, in her book The Solace of Open Spaces
I found this in the November 2015 Reader’s Digest Page28.
The thoughts it provoked in me were of Mother Earth going from the fullness of being in her Mother phase slipping into her Crone phase and going to sleep for a much-needed rest to bloom again as a Maiden in the spring.
Blessed be dear ones.