The sudden chill in the morning air tells me that fall has arrived. It’s time to move my coziest clothes to the front of the closet and light a few of my most delicious-smelling candles. Soon, dinner will be simmering on the stove all day while countless cups of tea will be sipped.
When I told my older cousin about this piece I was writing he said, “Emily Dickinson, she was quite a recluse,” but that is not why I decided upon her for my piece.
Emily Dickinson – the now well known American Poet, was not well known in her time, and yet she created anyway. She had to, because writing was clearly one of the biggest parts of her purpose here on Earth, to communicate these words in such a unique form that they now impact our lives today.
The week is nearly over though I’m convinced it just started.
It’s funny how much quicker time seems to go by as we get older. Our days are so packed to the brim with appointments and deadlines and all that other boring adult stuff that we don’t have the time to stop and take note of the tiny, wonderful moments in our lives.