It's been a while since I blogged what with one thing and another but that is about to change. A writer needs to blog, to weave their thoughts into the ether and pluck inspiration here and there. Besides, the Muse is making one's fingers burn to do so, so in that light, here returns my blogging, got to follow intuition, right? Truth is, there is always a blog in a writer's mind, time however, is a tyrant to most.
This time of year makes one reflective, the arrival of autumn I find, makes many coil into themselves and retreat for a while. I started thinking about blogging again when the swifts returned home a couple of months ago. Those of you who read my writing will know I have an affinity for swifts and summertime. The skies seem lonely without them, almost a heavy silence. Their call is hard to forget, such a shriek claims and owns the heavens, in my opinion.
Who couldn't love swifts? The fastest of all birds when they group to feed, mysterious by nature, agile and graceful. The bringers of summer days and light, able to sleep on the wing and fly at speeds of around sixty-nine miles per hour. Now that is epic. No mere bird is the swift, it is a sublime, divine creation of Mother Nature. I am sure many would agree, the swift is a bird to revere and be fascinated by.
I guess the silence they leave behind, makes me thoughtful.
Gone are the summer days of soaking in extra Vitamin D and along comes the autumnal shifts that will lead to darkness. Not such a bad thing, I tell myself (through gritted teeth). Darkness can bring epiphanies, of sorts. It also brings myriad opportunities to lose yourself in the meaning of the seasons. There are blessings to this time of year. I am not so much a Christmas person, for me, the autumn/winter is a reverence of the changes within nature. It is an appreciation of the veil becoming thinner towards Samhain (Halloween as now known) and the honouring of ancestors. It is also a time to pay respect to festivals such as Navratri.
For those unaware, Navratri is a festival dedicated to the worship of the Hindu deity Durga. The word Navaratri means 'nine nights' in Sanskrit, nava meaning nine and ratri meaning nights. During these nine nights and ten days, nine forms of Devi are worshipped. The festival is celebrated all over the world. I find sheer beauty in this festival and for me, it gives focus to the important things in life. It is a magical time of bonding with the Mother Goddess. Spirituality seems ever waning in modern times but maybe that is the thoughts of an ancient soul.
Still, things aren't all bad. I read this morning that J.K. Rowling is no longer on the "billionaire list" of authors. Whereas she is an amazing writer, I wonder how many people know the reason she is no longer on the list is due to the fact that she gives money to a lot of charities (and high taxes). As J.K said, "I think you have a moral responsibility when you've been given far more than you need, to do wise things with it and give intelligently." Great message there and I know a lot of famous people do so but it is nice to be reminded of such things. Not all bad at all. Some things are priceless.
Myriad things got me thinking on this blog. Swifts, seasonal change and celebrations. The shifts experienced within the changes and the Muse ever nudging a writer to voice their thoughts and heart. I guess the universe prompts you when the time is right.
For now, I wish you all a blessed day with love and light while I complete watching Harry Potter (yes, it has taken me years to get round to watching them). Hogwarts hangs in the balance at this current pause point :)
I only wish there was a real Diagon Alley, how cool would that be?