Transitioning by Heidi Mack

After several weeks of wearing the colors of fire, a leaf falls from a branch, swirls gently on its journey to the ground. Swirling in liminal space. From its state of fading and fluttering on the tree to its future as food for the soil. Following its previous transition from a lush green leaf feeding a caterpillar to a watercolor palette of red and orange. I casually observe these passages as I rake leaves of yet another state – crisp and brown. Where and when is the space between grasped and acknowledged? Do we cling to the season we are losing, like the oak leaf, reluctant to let go? Or shift our attention to the already-bare trees signaling the next season? I scoop up another pile of leaves into a tub and dump them to compost, hearing, but not really listening to, the intersecting voices of fall and winter. The rhythmic swish of my rake and the papery rustling of leaves amassing keep me distractedly oblivious of the other season I am in - in between. 

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Can We Do This? by Julie Cowan, view lithograph here —>