Life, Poetry, Real Life, Writing

To October … the glorious beginning!

Listen … do you hear that? The birds, rejoicing at the cooler air, have started singing again. Yesterday, my breakfast consisted of hot chocolate and buttered toast. The leaves are only just beginning to turn colors where I live, but it won’t be long before they flash some autumnal glam.

For most of the Northern Hemisphere, October signals the true end of summer, but October is my birthday month, so it’s always heralded a beginning for me. At my age, I don’t look forward to tallying up one more birthday, except to give thanks that I made it through another year, so I’ll focus on a beginning.

Let this be the beginning of the year I finally get it all together. Let this be the year I gather my harvest. Let this be the year I cease my struggling to be, and just BECOME.

I leave you with one version of my poem in honor of the season epitomized by October.


Undeniably, Autumn
looks a bit blowsy
at first glance, with wind-blown hair
of reds and golds and gaze of brazen blue.
You might well mistake her
for a fallen woman,
voluptuous and tipsy
with the fruit of her labors.
Her raucous laughter
takes you by surprise,
takes you in,
takes you under
her wings, soar
on high now you see
this is no slut, no slouch, no lazy woman,
this is strength and honor,
her ease well-earned,
her vibrant abandon deserved,
her motherhood fulfilled,
the harvest plenty.
She’s come back to herself, discovered
her wealth of beauty
and let it fly free and frantic and furious,
one last, brief, all-out fiesta
before twilight bares all
in frosted moonlight,
and she rests.

©Linda Cassidy Lewis, 2010

Humor, Musings

Happy birthday little blog!

Today is my blog’s birthday! It’s one year old. I’m not sure how blog years compare to human years, though. Maybe it’s actually three or seven or fifty years old. Whatever. I’m still amazed I had the nerve to birth it.


I made my first post on 13 Oct 2008. It’s much briefer than my posts today, but still as true. Yep, I’ve gotten longer-winded … good or bad, you decide. This is post #126, and I can hardly believe that.

In honor of this momentous occasion, I thought I’d share some facts about this blog. In one year, my average blog hits per month has risen from 119 to1511 and fyi:  since WordPress doesn’t count my own visits, that means other people really do come here. Of course, that’s just a pittance compared to the visitors on some of your blogs. (I am so not jealous!) But for someone who was a total hermit a year ago, that’s not bad at all.

Best of all, Google knows me, it really knows me! But with all this fame, comes other delights, like a steady increase in spam. On the flip side, Google’s love brings regrets. Example: I regret the title of my “ugly baby” blog post because nearly every day Google sends at least two people here—most likely worried expectant mothers. I hate disappointing them, plus it adds “fake” visitors to my hit count. And now, without thinking, I’ve probably done it again by mentioning sw*ne flu in last Tuesday’s post! Dagnabit.

If you’ve been with me from the beginning, and a few of you have, you may remember that I changed themes quite often in the beginning. I’ve stuck with this one long enough that if I changed it now, I’d confuse people. But if the monotony breaks me down, I might change the banner photo sometime. No. Yes. No. And I’ll be so there  if WordPress ever gives us the Thesis theme. (If you read those last three words in a row out loud, you now have permanent tongue thrust.)

Anyway, have some cake … even if you do just come here to look at my ugly baby or fairy pictures.


Cake photo credit: Monica Buck