"ghost in the wind"
mixed media collage on hardcover book board
gregory a. milinovich
i write today just to say hello from this crisp and cracking little corner of the world, complete with a pre-winterly cold sky that tells of things to come. the wind, which i can feel in my joints, carries an omen - a ghost - not only the voices of the millions of fallen leaves, their colorful ending swirling at my feet, but also of the coming harshness. it is a season of death, as much as we don't want to think about it. the crops are harvested. the fields have been cut down. even the comic-book-yellow mums are browned with dying. the anxious trees bend their creaking bones in a hollow wooden cadence.
it is autumn. and there is a ghost in the wind. a death all around us.
but in the midst of all this death, all this foretelling of freezing, we take a moment - a day, even - to stop and realize all we have for which to be grateful.
even in the mdst of so much death, we are blessed with abundant life.
so take a moment this week. stand up to that ghost in the wind, grasp ahold of all that wild life growing inside you anyway, and give thanks. give thanks.