This video popped up in my ‘mini feed’ on facebook because a friend had commented on the post of someone I don’t know… which is a bit odd, but I’m glad for the internet connection because of this:
Hope you all had a lovely & delicious holiday
The Japanese Maples have been leaving their mark on the backyard this weekend – shedding their now deeply red leaves in preparation for the winter. I’ve been reflecting on this seasonal shift and contemplating the effect I’ve had on my various chosen environments – with the decisions I make in my relationships, my current employment, even the books I’ve been reading. The quarter life crisis rumbles on.
Pictured above is my Mom, a pumpkin creation by Dad, and myself at about age four in the backyard at home in Connecticut. That Japanese Maple in the background was a well-loved and oft-climbed favorite of the neighborhood. And below is a photograph Graham snapped with his phone yesterday at the Portland Farmers Market. I am pictured clutching a pumpkin destined for great things (soon-to-be carved artwork by Graham followed by a slow-bake into delicious pie) as well as a gorgeous cluster of beets peaking out of the bag. We also re-stocked our apple cider supply, an autumnal staple in our new home.
I love fall. Really. Love. Fall. I didn’t fully understand just how completely the seasons had soaked into my being until I was away from the east coast during the fall for a few years. One autumn in particular comes to mind – I was in India about 4 years ago (from July – December, effectively skipping autumn) and come October I looked into my rucksack to discover that every single piece of clothing I had purchased – kurtas, dupattas, pashminas – was a shade of red, yellow, orange or brown. I had subconsciously created the changing leaves through my Indian wardrobe. So this year I’m just soaking it in – beyond thrilled to be back near my family and the shifting of the seasons. Happy Autumn!
We spent the weekend in awe of this place thanks to two special people who were kind enough to share the island with us. One Morning in Maine really came to life for me and I now find myself feeling inspired, refreshed, and grateful. Wishing you a spirited start to the week.
image from here
Today was busy – getting into the swing of things with a new family, slowly settling into life in Maine, and then biking home in the p o u r i n g rain. The last part was actually really fun until the cold caught up with me, but nothing a hot shower and slow-simmering soup couldn’t fix. It’s a quilt and book kind of evening. Hope you’re at the tail-end of a pleasant week too.
it’s been such a day.
(This photo is from our trip to Thailand but it just fits today)
Wishing you a peaceful and pleasant weekend.
A cliche? Oh yes. Is it real? For me at this moment – yes, if I were to put a label to it.
My hilarious childhood and teenage concepts of what life at 25 should be like are colliding with my self-imposed perception of societal expectations. Who knew that while I was acting like a little rebellious teenager I was expecting a traditional adult self to emerge someday? Hilarious. Those thoughts must have snuck in somewhere…
And I’m finding it simultaneously comforting, humbling, and frustrating to have a cliche be so appropriate for what I’m feeling right now – all I had to do was Google “goals at 25” or “quarter life” and up popped my oh-so-personal struggles with financial realities, career choices, and critical perception of self and peers at this juncture in time.
So yes, I am experiencing a self-diagnosed quarter life crisis.
How are you?
Both of these photographs are from here, a site that Graham discovered awhile back. I was browsing through their collected images and when I found this one of crayons, I had a very distinct memory zap to watching a video of how an orange crayon is made. So, without further ado, thank you Sesame Street, Google and YouTube for indulging me with this flashback:
Now I’m off for another kind of flashback – a mini reunion with some college girlfriends! Happy Friday!