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greenstormOne of the questions in the autism assessment was something along the lines of, did you line toys up or sort them as a kid?
Well, it's fall. If spring is for sowing, summer is for harvesting, then autumn is for transforming. And transforming looks a lot like processing three roosters into fifteen jars, taking a clump of a thousand tomato seeds on a paper towel and winnowing them apart and separating them into packets, or taking lumps of fat and rendering them into amber lard which gets zipped into bars of shining ivory soap.
It's for transforming chaos into order, for taking the bounty scattered across the house, capturing it in geometric shapes, and shelving it in shining lines according to its properties: meat, fruit, vegetable, seed, soap.
Sowing and daydreaming brings great satisfaction. Reaping the harvest gives great satisfaction. When so much of that has been done that I'm glutted on it it's time to sort my toys in beautiful piles of abundance and line them up in shining lines.
Well, it's fall. If spring is for sowing, summer is for harvesting, then autumn is for transforming. And transforming looks a lot like processing three roosters into fifteen jars, taking a clump of a thousand tomato seeds on a paper towel and winnowing them apart and separating them into packets, or taking lumps of fat and rendering them into amber lard which gets zipped into bars of shining ivory soap.
It's for transforming chaos into order, for taking the bounty scattered across the house, capturing it in geometric shapes, and shelving it in shining lines according to its properties: meat, fruit, vegetable, seed, soap.
Sowing and daydreaming brings great satisfaction. Reaping the harvest gives great satisfaction. When so much of that has been done that I'm glutted on it it's time to sort my toys in beautiful piles of abundance and line them up in shining lines.
