First of Autumn

This is a blog about change. Since I enjoy writing about change, and the season of change is autumn, and my name is Grace, this is your autumn from Grace — so welcome.

Could I have named this blog Fall From Grace? Yes, but I didn’t, because I don’t want to write about failures and depravity and corruption; I want to write about people who become new and different. They turn over a new leaf, as it were. And because words are important to a writer, and images have hidden meanings, we will embrace the autumn theme here.

Change is everywhere. It happens all the time. When I said that autumn is the season of change, it is really only one of four. Change happens in every season. Sometimes it happens so slowly that we don’t notice it, like frost creeping in overnight. Sometimes it passes overhead like a hailstorm. Other times, it arrives suddenly like a blanket of snow and remains in our lives. And sometimes, change grinds like a glacier.

When I write about people who change, I often mean that both literally and emotionally. I like characters who change their mental and interpersonal landscapes, who learn new ways of looking at things or who shed old preconceptions. I also like characters who change physically, turning from one thing to another. We could do with more of that in our lives. Changing ourselves to that which we understand the least — the other sex — would go a long way to curing the rifts in our hearts, our minds, and in our languages. Because autumn and spring don’t understand one another; one is about endings and the other is about new beginnings. That’s what I write about: the cycle of ending one existence and starting a new one, fresh and vibrant, luscious and firm and damp with dew, putting the old dry leaves behind us and finding a new green one to rest upon.

Welcome to autumn.