The hidden lights of autumn
At this time of year, my whole being seems to want to hibernate. With less energy, I must develop a routine of physical movement (like 1-2 daily walks) that I stick to so consistently that it becomes automatic and there is no room for self-negotiation. With a raging appetite (and part of it could be a remnant of my trail-running training program earlier this year), I have to make sure I continue to select nutritious food items. With a need to be cozy, wrap myself into a blanket and stare at the dancing, orange heat emanating from my fireplace, I resist the reflex to self-judge what looks like a lack of motivation. Despite maximizing daylight exposure each day (I sweep leaves sometimes first thing in the morning and I even adjust my reading location as I follow sunrise or sunset to catch the heat from sunrays), my mood tends to be gloomier. I must add more color in my life, literally and figuratively. And when color, this force of boldness, this anchor of my sensory experience, the...
