with Mount Baker in the distance
Gillian Cornwall c. October 2012
October. I wait, for time brings change regardless of how staid in my ways I have become. I reach forward into the black unknown but it does not bring light. It's 50/50 whether I will grasp onto something and there remains the chance that I will not desire that onto which I have taken hold. I retreat in fatigue for, if I am not to know, then I shall rest back and wait. "All is well child of the earth, all is well."
The fruit of summer pushes to the surface as the nudge from the harvest moon loans a hand to the belaboured farmer. There is goodness and understanding in the nature of things. I turn to the earth, the ocean and beyond; the mother teaches me well and provides. I will love her and care for her well in return.
I let my faith lie in my self, embedded in my goodness. I light a candle in my heart in every dark place. I learn to sit and be at peace with what I do not know or do not understand. I learn to be kind and gentle and joyous for, above all else, I am blessed with the gift of life.
-Gillian Cornwall, c. October 2012
Gillian Cornwall, c. October 2012