This year October 10th lasted almost all month

I’ve taken a lot of classes in creative writing, but only one in writing poetry. The class gave me two things. (1) It firmly established that I am not a poet.  (2) It gave me Oct. 10.

Rather, it gave me a poem called “Oct. 10” about the bright blue sky of autumn and the importance of wrapping the memory of that sky close around you to bring comfort on a white winter day.  For whatever reason, that phrase stuck with me and from it I created my own personal holiday.  Every year, on or around Oct 10, wherever I have lived and whatever I have been doing, there has always been one of those gorgeous cool clear autumn days. I’d call in sick. I’d ignore household chores. It was my own personal day off, a celebration of all things beautiful, and every year I found a way to take at least part of the day and make it mine.

autumn crop for blogUntil this year. I’ve moved to a location with colder weather and far more trees. October started out cool and rainy and I was worried that my special holiday might not even happen here. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Once the rain passed, the daytime sky settled in to bright blue while the leaves around me danced from golden to orange to burgundy, and I went into holiday mode. And couldn’t come out of it.  I mean, I knew it had been over two weeks since I started celebrating, but it still felt like Oct 10 and so I spent day after day on my front porch staring at a deep blue sky. I intended to be writing, I really did. I had plenty else that needed to be done. But damn, it was Oct 10 and I needed to enjoy every bit of it.

The rain and cold finally came back of course, and today I made a nice detailed list of everything I have got to get done.  It felt good to get organized again; I’m one of those people who likes that feeling. It’s November, and time to move on. But what a great Oct. 10! I hope it lasts as long next year.

(If you like the idea of declaring a personal holiday, check out my post for 2012, when Oct 10 didn’t come until Oct. 28.)

Begging for forgiveness

When you blog, you never know what surprises will be waiting in your inbox. This morning I found a like and follow from Tyler Pedersen, a poet with a blog called The Ancient Eavesdropper.  He writes short poems about nature that he refers to as “Nature’s nuances in a nutshell”.

His work is rightfully copyrighted but he allows excerpts — unfortunately this poem about time is too short for me to excerpt from it and too perfect not to share here on a blog about the nature of time.  Please enjoy,  knowing that it is all his (see copyright info at end), and then check it out in its original format along with the rest of the fine work on his blog.

They say
time will tell –
as if a clock
could see past
its nose –
two hands
waving me
through life –
11,270 days
270,483 hours
16,229,038 minutes
973,742,337 seconds –
but I am more
than a string of
numbers.

Also, please take a second to like the facebook page for Blessed are the Weird, to thank Jacob Nordby for the accompanying thoughts on the poster to the below.blessed weird 1

© Tyler C. Pedersen and The Ancient Eavesdropper, 2007-2014. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Tyler C. Pedersen and The Ancient Eavesdropper with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.