A few years ago I was in therapy for anxiety, and I'm in therapy again, and an area we worked on was getting myself to take into full consideration the present. To be more mindful in my day-to-day activities so that I would not be as crippled with anxiety over possibilities in the future. It…
In Pagan traditions, August 1st is the celebration of the start of the harvest. It’s a time to remember that Autumn isn’t far off, even if you’re in the height of summer weather. This seems most appropriate in the Finger Lakes, as August seems to be all of that. We have the most inconsistent weather…
Continue reading ➞ Wild & Precious Life – End of Summer/Start of Autumn 2020
How are we here already? Autumn is my favorite season, one I deeply miss when it isn't present and eagerly look forward to the moment I hit my threshold for being constantly sweaty in the depths of summer. I appreciate and love every other season but autumn? That's perfection to me. And yet I am…
In Virginia, August was the depth of summer. The hottest days, the highest of humidity made all the worse if a tropical storm or hurricane came winding up the coast. We had regular days where the heat index was over 100 and I wouldn't go outside if you paid me. The humidity was oppressive, choking…
Lows in the 40s, crisp night air, crackling bonfires and sweaters held close. Apples are like fists, pummeling the ground while the breeze shakes them free. There's a familiar scent in the air last present a year ago with dim skies and spooky shadows. The sun sets earlier and earlier, the darkness holds on longer,…
Please Note: An edited version of this piece will be featured in the Autumn issue of Bella Grace magazine. More details to follow. In my childhood, autumn was sweaters and boots and jeans. Sometimes, autumn was winter jackets a puffing our breath into the air to pretend we were dragons. But always, it began at…
In the mid-Atlantic, I could never truly differentiate between June, July and August other than the comings and goings of birthdays. The passage of time was unnoticed by the weather, hot and muggy as it was with the air pressing down on your skin whether it be in sun or shade, day or night. The…
There is something tender in the cold days of winter that latches onto your bones and carries on you like a worn coat from winter to winter as you grow, change, move, and adapt to new environments, and yet flares up like an old injury when the temperature drops in those early months of the…
Erica Rose Eberhart 