“The love of dark November days”

These dark days of autumn rain, are beautiful as days can be;
the desolate, deserted trees, the faded earth, the heavy sky;
I learned to know the love of dark November days.

-Robert Frost

Thank you to everyone who participated in this week’s Poetry Party – such a beautiful and transcendent collection of poems await you there.  Pour yourself a cup of tea, wrap yourself in a blanket, and relish these dark November days by honoring the ancestors.  This is the month of the dead in the Christian calendar, when the world moves toward the beautiful mystery of darkness.

The winner of this week’s random drawing for a copy of Sacred Poetry: An Invitation to Write is Kate Jobe.  Kate, email me at Christine@AbbeyoftheArts.com with your snail mail and I will send that off to you.

Blessings on your weekend.  May this season of autumn continue to bring you wisdom about your own call to release and surrender.

(Photo taken on All Saint’s Day – November 1st – on the Hood Canal at the beautiful retreat center where we hold our trainings and retreats)

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8 Responses

  1. please keep sending me things from this website. I am just overwelmed of the beauty of these images, aLL i HAVE TO SAY IS WOW!

  2. Lovely to hear Dianna!

    Becca, thanks for the reminder of my wonderful southern hemisphere readers. :-) It is challenging to embrace the seasons with worldwide readers. I understand the poignancy of your loss, those first holiday seasons after my mother died were especially challenging.

  3. Hey Christine and fellow readers,
    Here in Australia, our days are not only lengthening, they are deepening in light and the sun’s stark intensity. It’s about as non-dark as you can get. Thusly it’s difficult to remember what the dim chilly days of winter are like when it’s 39C! Perhaps I need to look at your post-winter solstice blog entries to get a sense of the light-growing rhythm that you tune into…
    I’m glad you’ve brought to attention the ancient remembering-time of the ancestors. The slow workings of grief seem heightened in the ‘Christmas season’: this will be the second without my father in the visible realm. But it is these rituals and writings and rememberings which let the loss be shared out and carried with greater ease. So thanks for your work and your heart.
    Deep peace.

  4. I seem to never have “dreaded” the dark days, the rain or the fog as some of my friends and family do……there is a but attached to this sentence……..but, since I met you, who enjoys these weather changes and circumstances, I’ve begun to actually greet these days with a different attitude. Hmmmmmm. It’s a good thing, I guess I’m just a little surprised with it.

    Beautiful photo – and in the words of a “famous” storyteller – I WAS THERE!:)

  5. Exquisite photo WOW, a Chinese scroll, a Japanese sumi-e!
    Your retreat center must be fantastic. How lucky your guests!

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