This summer has been a stark reminder of a summer 35 years ago. Tonight the oaks give off their baby scent- the fragrance of freshly fallen acorns. There is the taste of coolness in the air, a promise of the coming autumn. The tree frogs have begun their evening serenade, retelling my past to the dying sun who is with me less and less every day. They also remind me of of the memories to come.
The taste in the air, the smell of earth and oak combine with the droning of the myriad of dragonflies; zooming through the oaken canopy flocking for their feast at dusk has stirred something beautiful and sad - something lost in me.
I reflect on a beautiful childhood when the only thought on a budding summer morning as the sun peeks over the horizon is how quick can I get outside. For greeting the sun as he rose to say hello each summer morning was a mission with me along with the mockingbirds. I would stand in awe looking over green field covered in jewels blazing blood red, then orange and finally the gold of the gods as my solar obsession kissed each blade and I - haling his bonjour!!
The fragrance in the air was one of promise. Promise of earth's bounty - her mysteries - her secrets. The promise of adventure in fox den and fairy glen. I had many a mystical and invisible to the non-believers eye playmate. I was content to revel in the wonders around me - knowing the sun loved me best for he showed me the sacred places in the forest, the hidden glen and the magical lagoon - really a pond but lagoon was a romantical name for me as a child. And the scent of oaks clung to to my wild mane; lingering even after the evening bath, a delicious earthy perfume carrying me to the dream-time and my real life.
This summer has had that same golden hue to each day, the same fluffy clouds - airships for the chosen ridden to far away places and exotic spaces. Summer is almost at an end and I feel I missed something special, something magical, an opportunity, a doorway to Never Never Land. A profound sadness envelops my heart as I re-taste my lost summer, the one 35 years ago and this one. The first one lived to the hilt and only remembered now in sadness for this one that I let slip away.
Anubis has opened the door again for me - several doors. The first to the past so I may pass through my door into the future. I believe he has many lesser doorways for me. Helping me re-member myself all through the fragrance of an oak's baby scent.
