Fall is my favorite season. Nature shifts from a palette of greens to oranges, yellows, and browns. The air becomes crisp and the wind whispers secrets. The waning light imbues everything with a comfortable mystery. Even the names of the season are lovely. Fall. Autumn. Harvest.
Although we still throw the word around, harvest no longer plays the same role it did for our ancestors. They oriented their lives around their crops, and as a consequence, around the seasons. There was a time to sow, a time to reap, and a time to enjoy the fruits of their labor. They moved to the rhythms of the year.
We operate at a different speed. The clock and its 24-hour cycle dictate our lives.
That may be a good or a bad thing; either way, there’s little we can do about it. But is there any wisdom we can regain from a seasonal way of thinking?
A few weeks ago, Matt Thomas wrote about living with the seasons. His piece inspired this one; you should go read it. He wonders what it would look like to live and work in step with the seasons. What would it look like if our lives revolved around the turning of the year?
As fall deepens, I’ve begun to ask myself that question.
Last year, I created The Gargoyle, an experimental short story website. It was nothing major, but it was a turning point in how I approach my creative work. It may yet prove to be a turning point in my life. In the season since, it would seem that I’ve been quiet.
That’s only because you can’t see what’s happening beneath the soil.
I’ve started several projects on the past year, all in various stages of completion. There are several short stories, a couple new web projects, and some early drafts of a much larger project. They’ve all been growing under the surface. Now, as the season changes, it’s time for me to enter into a new creative season.
I’m ready to get to work on these projects. Some may not see the light of day, but they’ll be good practice. A few may need more time to ripen.
As for the rest, I’m hoping for a bountiful harvest.