The Turning of the Wheel of the Year

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I felt the shift last week. The air, a little cooler. The leaves, with their hints of gold and red. Autumn was on its way. This week has been filled with cool mornings and autumn rain. We ate chili and snuggled up under blankets. As I walk Leo, I notice the marked shift in the leaves.

As the air grows colder, as the seasons cycle toward autumn and impending winter, I find myself turning inward. I’m reading Tami Lynn Kent’s amazing book Wild Creative, and it reinforces a reawakening that had already begun inside me. I had internalized societal pressure to “get a real job,” “make some money,” “be successful” (whatever that means).

I turned inward and realized that those pressures, reinforced by others in direct and sometimes subtle, indirect ways, were taking a toll. I was carrying them around like a load of bricks on my back. I let them fall.

I am still trying to figure out what all this means, where it will all land. Deadlines are a part of the writer’s existence, and I must manage those while living with chronic medical conditions that sometimes seem to drain the energy from my body, leaving me tired to the core and struggling to get through the day.

And I’m still processing the lessons from my trip to Germany, which taught me I’m most alive when I’m close to animals and nature. I’m trying to figure out how to incorporate those lessons into my life as my husband and I contemplate an escape from life in town and into the country.

As for my writing goals, I have finally started writing again after the block that followed my return from Germany. I wrote a poem, “Call me Raven,” that’s got this very Romantic/outcast vibe to it, and just got comments back from a friend and fellow writer. And I wrote 658 words in my novella Oak-Bound last week and 357 words last night.

 

Ideally, I’d like to finish a draft of Oak-Bound by Samhain (or, as Muggles refer to it, Halloween)–when the Wheel of the Year begins a new cycle. And then I can turn toward Spellfire’s Kiss, which is very much a story about autumn, colder days, and even colder nights.

I’ll share more about my journey through Kent’s Wild Creative in my next post.

In the meantime, does it feel like autumn where you are? How do you embrace the slide into the colder half of the seasons?

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4 thoughts on “The Turning of the Wheel of the Year

  1. The last week has been unseasonably warm here. And even though the nights have been comfortable as well, there is definitely the fall “chill” in the air. As well as the leaves turning vibrant colors of red and orange. I love fall, but hate that it is followed by the cold of winter. Our winters usually last at least four months, some years longer. Not looking forward to that!

    Congratulations on your progress and return to writing. Best wishes in the coming weeks.

  2. I spent a winter living in Yellowstone National Park, and newly pregnant. Upstate New York winters just don’t have the same edge, after weathering a Rocky Mountain winter (just saw on the news that Montana got its first winter storm).

    I also see it as a time for reflection, tending to our family nest, and my own personal ones. This begins in autumn, with a gradual turning inward, and reverses in spring, as I expand outward again.

    I’m glad you’re processing your new lessons. No need to carry around others’ baggage.

    As for your projects – I think I should be finishing the Spellfire’s Kiss beta just about by the end of October. So, hopefully, you will have it to use in your revision process! =D

    • Wow. A winter living in Yellowstone sounds wonderful and wild. I bet you have some great memories. I grew up in Western Pennsylvania, where winters were harsh by a lot of people’s standards, although a far cry from places like Montana–maybe closer to upstate New York in terms of severity? Not sure, as I’ve only been to New York in the warmer months. I definitely prefer winter in Virginia, although it can be bleak. It’s cold and gray but lacks the pristine beauty of the snow, since we only get snow a few times per winter, and it tends to melt within a few days. Nevertheless, I experience the turning inward, the moments of pause and reflection that winter offers.

      I look forward to your comments on Spellfire’s Kiss. I’m eager to get back to that manuscript, but I need to finish this novella first. Thanks, Shan! 🙂

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