We are driving towards gypsy weather on this Sunday afternoon. The light filters through the russet maple leaves, bathing the avenue in gold. The air crackles with crispness. Tawny wheat fields dissipate and champagne hued aspen, their leaves aquiver in the mistral, beckon from the mountains. It is autumn, that borderland when summer and winter meet for a tryst. Jeweled colors burst upon the scene: carmine apples, auburn pumpkins, amaranthine kohlrabi. Then there are the trees, fountains of rubicund, titian, and amber staining the cobalt skies. This is a season of dappled barks and tempestuous horizons, of hoarfrost and the last winking fireflies. It is a season when summer masquerades in winter’s garb. It is a season of light and dark.
Ghouls and goblins make their appearance this time of year. Jack-o-lanterns are set out to frighten evil spirits. Bonfires are lit to hold back death’s dominion. Prayers are offered to ancestral souls who wander the moonlit streets. The Harvest Goddess’ abduction into the underworld signals the approach of scarcity. Guises dressed as witches, skeletons, and fairies beg at doors to placate restless ghosts or perhaps to hide from them. Autumn is that liminal period when we expose our inner monsters and the curtain between this world and the next becomes pellucid.
Traversing between the sentinel trees in the fog shrouded forest, decayed leaves squelching beneath my feet, I think about Robert Louis Stevenson’s novel, “The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.” In this Victorian narrative, Dr. Henry Jekyll, a respected member of London society, wishes to indulge in his hidden vices without public censure. So he creates a potion which allows him to transform into his alter ego, Edward Hyde, a sociopath who delights in immoral pursuits. Eventually Hyde’s personality overtakes Jekyll’s with bloodcurdling results. The story encapsulates man’s continual inner conflict between good and evil. “All human beings, as we meet them, are commingled out of good and evil,” Dr. Jekyll states. But, in his desire to separate these two halves of himself, the chemist meets his doom.
Cinnamon leaves float down the inky river as autumn days shorten. Their chiaroscuro play echoes the opposites of my own nature. Daily acts of violence illicit comments of, “How can someone do that?” from friends and family. I know how. I see the same darkness within me, capable of wounding, abusing, and destroying my fellow beings. There is no need for me to wonder or exclaim when news of genocide or persecution breaks. Given the right circumstance I, too, would make the unthinkable choice. I would betray a loved one, forfeit a stranger’s life, exact severe vengeance if the reward merited and consequence were voided. Every man has his price. Set the wind against me and I, too, can be callous or cruel. Upon the initial success of his experiment, Dr. Jekyll looks at depraved creation and says, “This too was myself. It seemed natural and human.” While winter and summer battle for precedence over the land, I struggle with the duplicity of my life, recognizing “the horror of my other self.”
Street lamps etch patterns of shadow across the candle lit houses. On the sidewalks groups of four, five, and seven waft from address to address, their faces obscured by fearsome masks. For one night ordinary people cloak themselves in demon garb and revel in displaying the macabre. The moon plays hide and seek with the storm-tossed clouds. The clouds embrace the silver orb before swallowing her whole. The days of this short term hasten, eager to vanish in winter’s throes. This season of duality emphasizes something Carl Jung said, “Knowledge of your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of others.” I do not embrace my wicked side or celebrate my baser self, but I do acknowledge its power over me. By accepting this other half of me, I come to understand its grip on others. Stevenson’s book, however, reminds me that I have a choice over which side has control of me. Like Jekyll, I can choose good over evil; I can stare my iniquity in the face without flinching and strengthen my resolve not to let my inner Hyde dominate. “I am the chief of sinners,” Jekyll laments, “I am the chief of sufferers also.” As the intoxicating peak of autumn transmutes into weary wintertide, I shall be mindful of the danger of allowing my sinister side to roam free but also aware of the perils of ignoring its existence.
An important aspect of autumn for many cultures is the worship of the moon. On the fifteenth day of the eighth month in the Han calendar, when the full moon rises, the Zhuang people of southern China invite the Moon Goddess to descend from the heavens and tell their fortunes. During this time Zhuang villages set up altars and sacred offerings to the Moon Goddess. Singers welcome her to their community and recite hymns to send her back to the sky.
Have any thoughts on the autumn season? Are there any autumnal celebrations you attend during this time of year? Any books you look forward to reading during autumn?
How beautiful, great photos! I love the one with the moon! 🙂
It is one of our favorites as well. Thanks for stopping by.
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I really like your blog! The pictures are beautiful. The leaves also change their color for autumn here in my place 🙂
Thank you and glad you loved the photos. Living somewhere the trees change during autumn is such a treat! Do you get a lot of visitors coming to see the colorful leaves?
Very poetic! I hadn’t thought of autumn as a struggle between light and dark before.
🙂 Glad you enjoyed the different perspective.
Well done, the leaves really do not turn where I live. But the air changes and the Santa Anna winds come. A different kind of Fall for me since I grew up where you had to rake the leaves…but then you also could jump in the them. Still puts a smile on face.
For all the leaves you miss now, though, you will be the one smiling when the rest of the northern hemisphere is shoveling bus loads of snow off the ground…. 🙂
It’s definitely about duality for me. I love the flamboyance of Autumn colour but dread the bareness that follows. I’ve never much liked the Halloween celebration but my daughter loved it with a passion, and still does. Her house will be decked with spooks next weekend 🙂 I like you acknowledging your dark side but mastering it like the Jedi and poet you are.
Ha! This is the first time I have ever been referred to as a Jedi and I thank you most kindly for the great compliment! Very apropos since the new set of movies comes out soon….I only wish I had mastered my dark side as much as they did. Being adept at telekinesis wouldn’t hurt either! 🙂
Cool post. I live in the desert. We have two seasons: hot and dang hot.
Heh. I imagine adapting to Bali’s climate must have taken some getting used to after the desert?
Well, not really. It’s hot in Bali, too. Just a lot wetter!
I love this time of year, but I do miss the Halloween displays. Not a big deal in London, unfortunately.
I’m surprised about that. I would have thought people still went in for playing snapdragon, bobbing for apples, and masquerade parties this time of year in your neck of the woods.
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I love the autumn. I think it’s really beautiful to see different places in autumn to see the differences in nature. Anywho, thanks for being alive and having this blog :).
Thank you for your delightful compliment!
Beautifully and thoughtfully written as always. And your fantastic images complement your words perfectly.
Thank you so much! Glad you enjoyed the post!
I love this post, it’s super poetic! Love the photos too!
I love your description of autumn, it shows the very essence of the season and why I like it so much ~ the colors, smells and “The air crackles with crispness”… And you match it all up very well with your photos 🙂
It is a glorious season especially in the parts of the world where the leaves take a turn and color the landscape. Also, we cannot resist all the pumpkin products everywhere in the United States at this time of year…mmmm….😋
Here the leaves have already fallen but our weather still warm which is unusual. A time of preparing for our white shroud. 🙂
Ah, too soon the unseasonably warm weather will be a fading memory for you! Is trick-or-treating a big deal where you live?
Yea it definitely is. How about you?
Yes, mostly for the children….