Today autumn visited Austin. I say “visited” because in our neck of the woods she comes and goes. But oh my! The first day she drops by each year is glorious. Facebook pages of Austinites light up with exclamations about open windows, bike rides, renewed energy.
Because I am unemployed and at home on this first day of noticeable fall I am able to engage in one of my favorite pastimes.. fire building . Our homestead is surrounded by oaks and elms, so fallen tree limbs are a common occurrence. And because we do not live in the city limits, we can burn!
I wrote recently about knitting as a meditation. Add fire building and fire watching to the list. I become mesmerized by starting the fire, adding fuel to the fire, rearranging the fire, stoking the fire, watching the fire.
When John and I left Terlingua many moons ago, we camped in a tent for three months in national forests throughout New Mexico, Colorado, Utah, Montana and South Dakota. Each evening we would build a fire and sit and watch, as if it were a TV. As there is no fire remote, I would periodically have to stoke the fire or add more wood to the fire...play with it. Those are nostalgia days for us in large part because of those evening fires.
Today I am home alone with fall in the air and a small bonfire on our property. The neighborhood is quiet -- it’s just me and Tunia and the fire. I am relaxed. I am at peace. I am grateful.