BLESSED EQUINOX !
~ amy lowell
little hot apples of fire,
burst out of the flaming stem
of my heart,
i do not understand how you quickened and grew,
and you amaze me
while I gather you.
i lay you, one by one,
upon a table.
and now you seem beautiful and strange to me,
and I stand before you,
a seasonal treasure..
and a national one!
remembering the fragrance of sauce
burbling on my mama's stove..
day in and day out for days..
now i make my own..
and happily receive a jar or two from
another mama who conjures sauce
day in and day out..
such good fortune..
i await the apple pie
will make for me
i hope it's not like the peach pie..
that sadly never showed up..
dried apples by the bagful..
for travel and munch and gifting
ciders, crisps and tarts..
just plain themselves..
from the rose family,
the apples are falling ~
here's the equinox yoga schedule..
by the by,
the seasons - spring and fall
are the best seasons to study..
to practice..to receive wisdom and training..
these are the seasons of change and growth
and of course, harvest..
all practices continue at
crescent moon yoga
6th and morris streets
~ the schedule is the same!
thursday mornings @ 9 - 10:30 AM
and..in the spirit of reciprocity..
FREE COMMUNITY YOGA PRACTICE
2ND AND 4TH SUNDAY
5:30 - 6:30 PM
here are the dates to mark your calendars -
* SEPTEMBER 23
* OCTOBER 14
* OCTOBER 28
* NOVEMBER 11
ANNUAL THANKSGIVING DAY BENEFIT
9 AM * THURDAY* NOVEMBER 22
this class is by your generous donation
please be thinking where we might
offer the monies collected..
last year we gifted a hefty sum (over $600)
to community action of skagit county
together susan s. and i will share
in offering this thanks giving practice ~
what does an apple and a yoga practice
have in common, you ask?
one (1) a day keeps the doctor away
(for awhile, anyway!)
ha! it will be one year since the titanium
hip has been part of my anatomy...
one last apple poem :
in orchard country
years ago on a dirt road in orchard country,
a farmhouse burned to the cellar-stones.
that night i stood with the other fruit-pickers
watching flames roll and thunder down the walls.
the next day we found near the ruin,
still warm, a tree with baked apples. and so
after a night too close to the fire, a poet
may hold something delicious in a scorched hand.
~ thomas r. smith
may this harvest season bring good will and love
straight into the hearts of all beings..
may apple pies flourish on kitchen counters..
may we, each of us, share the delights we have ingathered..
our love, our mirth, our great acceptance of all that is..
BLESSED, BLESSED EQUINOX!