Except for me, The whole world asleep, even the birds. Still dark sky, my body awake, eyes open, mind fully conscious. My Maiden mind says, go back to sleep, you love to sleep, it’s not time to wake. But my Crone body awake and I like it. Feeling rested, I heed my body’s instincts and rise from my cozy bed, don my short soft robe and walk barefoot outside. The patio deck cool on my feet awakens me even more.
Father Sun out of town, taking with him all the colors of green, yellow, and baby blue, giving the normally green trees and plants a rest from the spot light. The world now purple, indigo, magenta and black. The sky owning the stage. Towering black trees stand guard like bouncers in a night club. Mother Moon appearing as a crooked little, silver letter C hanging in the distance. She casts just a sliver of light creating subtle shadows and giving the stars a chance to show themselves. Still water in the distance, reflecting this fantastical exhibition. A trillion star lights snugglng close together making an irradiance fuchsia fog beginning high in the cashmere sky. Stars look like a white ant farm crawling slower than a snails pace to an unknown place below the deep purple horizon.
“Rise and shine” my mother always said when waking me in the morning. All my life her words have echoed in my mind upon rising to begin my day. My life has changed, I have changed, My circadian rhythm keeps time differently. As I witness this dark AM Autumn odyssey, I wonder has this ever happened before?
The Universe silently whispers, Yes, you have just always been to tired and sleepy from your hard working life to wake up and experience the bewitching darkness.
Story and Painting By Tamara Trejo