Drifting and settling…
It’s that time of year again. School is getting underway once more, and college students are moving back into the dorms and preparing for another academic year. I always loved moving back into the dorm. The first thing I did was to put up pictures…on the walls, on top of my dresser and night table. Those photographs made me feel at home and comforted me by reminding me of the boyfriend (who became the fiance’) I would only see on weekends.
Subtle signs tell me that the seasons are about to change. My musical activities are about to resume, and I look forward to the discipline of regular singing and the vocal rehab I’m about to experience. Blowing the summer’s rust off my vocal cords is a humbling, but exhilarating, process.
The first leaves are starting to fall. Here and there, among all the green-ness of late summer, a lone leaf turns color, and then turns loose from its warm-weather home.
Soon enough these earliest of falling leaves will be followed by multitudes of their tree-mates, scattering warm layers of color through the air and upon the ground.
This seasonal rhythm grounds me in ways unlike the other changes throughout the year. The air becomes cooler and easier to breathe. It’s as though the frenzied molecules of my life settle themselves somehow, much as the falling leaves settle to the ground after their brief period of drifting.