Exiled from the living, on a sea, uncharted, three island realms of the dead. Even without a companion, no fear here. Our fate cannot be taken from us. This journey a Comedy. A happy ending.
In 1302, the Italian poet Dante Alighieri was exiled from Florence for his political sympathies. His only solace during his exile was writing. It was during this time that he wrote The Divine Comedy, an epic poem about a journey through Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise.
Italy marked the 700th anniversary of the death of the medieval poet and philosopher Dante Alighieri in 2021. He is also known as the Father of the Italian language.
Like a leaf, or as migrating birds, I feel myself falling. A familiar thing that happens every year as weather cools and my garden dies. I try landing safely. Some years succeeding. Some years failing.
Plant bulbs and hope you’ll see spring. Watch celestial showers – Draconids, Orionids, Taurids, Leonids. Observe wildlife change habits as the trees change colors. Practice being an evergreen. Feel the equinox and balance straight up.
I do make many (too many) lists of things to do. I have written about this addiction. Sometimes it helps. Sometimes it hurts. I even have seasonal lists of things I need to do in the garden or around the house. A season changes and I change the filters in my furnace and air-conditioning system. Frost comes and I dig up the dead and dying annuals, rake leaves, and add them to the compost.
A group emailed me a list of things to do in autumn. It has lots of the usual things: leaf peeping, apple picking, making and eating fall comfort foods, carving pumpkins, and jumping in leaf piles. But some things on my fall list don’t appear there.