Nov 12, 2020
academia, autumn, change, crispin, Lucy Crispin, November sends me a postcard, peace, possibility, renewal, rest, seasons, spring, the blue nib, winter
by Lucy Crispin
I don’t know if it’s because one way and another I ended up spending a ridiculously long time in the academic system—schoolchild, student (several times!), lecturer, then student again—but to me autumn has always felt much more like the beginning of things than spring. The changes in light and landscape always wake in me a quiet excitement, a sense simultaneously of possibility and openings and yet also, with the longer evenings and nights, the opportunity for peace, retreat, renewal. That probably sounds paradoxical, I know. But it’s true. So that’s what this hymn to November is about.