Returning to my studio brings insight, challenge and deepening commitment. Autumn days have run their course in the high mountains of my Colorado home. This morning I met a large bear on the forest path. Her luxuriant brown fur glistening in dawn light. She was in a hurry, interestingly, I was not. The light changes seamlessly at this time of year in the studio and I think of Charlotte Bronte's poem as I engage with completed work, hanging on quiet walls.
#168
The Autumn day its course has run - the Autumn evening falls
Already risen the Autumn moon gleams quiet on these walls
And Twilight to my lonely house a silent guest is come
In mask of gloom through every room she passes dusk and dumb
Her veil is spread, her shadow shed o'er stair and chamber void
And now I feel her presence steal even to my lone fireside
Sit silent Nun - sit there and be
Comrade and Confidant to me.
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