Friday, September 7, 2012

September Song

In the unlikely event that I own a boat one fine day, I will name her "September Morn".  September is a gentle month and it inspires me in many ways: the refreshingly cooler temperatures and lower humidity, the reawakening of happy school days memories, and most of all, the excited feelings of new beginnings - more so than New Year's, when my resolutions usually fall unseeded by Epiphany.

Ernest Hemingway thought about such things too.  Having come out of a protracted period of sadness and depression, Hemingway went away to the seashore where he ordered a plate of oysters at a cafe.  After slipping one down, he tasted the sea.  Suddenly, life had possibilities.  A few more oysters and he wrote, "I began to make plans again".

I too, am making plans this leave a job that has long become too small for me, to find time to do more creative writing for publications that really like me and appreciate my "voice", and to spend my precious hours only with special people who are honest and caring.  These are my oysters...and my September song.

September is the time to begin again.
In the country, when I could smell the wood smoke
in the forest, and the curtains could be drawn
when the tea came in, on the first autumn
evening, I always felt that
my season of good luck had come.
~Eleanor Perenyi
More Was Lost (1946)


  1. You said everything I am feeling. I am leaving a job, too, for the very same reasons. I wish you all the best and hope to read your words more often.

  2. Best wishes to you too Mimi! Better days ahead at work for us both!

  3. All my best to my dear Donna!!! This is your year. Love, Kay

  4. Beautiful words. Yes, you have beautiful words that paint pictures and evoke memories in my mind.