The road to the village from the main Varna to Burgas highway is best described as serpentine. It twists and turns through the forest like a cobra rising, and it could be said we live on its hood – a plateau about 300 metres above sea level.
Anyone driving to or from the village at this time of the year is treated to an ever-changing tapestry of beautiful autumn colours, each twist and turn in the road revealing a different perspective. The tantalising dance between light and shadow reveals intricate patterns and textures within the forest flora. This is the time for nature to reveal her more flamboyant self.
Autumn is a season beloved of writers and artists. It is laden with symbolism and meaning. It is a bridge between the warmth of summer and the coldness of winter, between softness and starkness, both an ending and a beginning. But it is not just about linearity, it speaks also to the predictability, inevitability and cyclical nature of life.
The feelings were beautifully captured by The Moody Blues in their classic Forever Autumn.
Of course, it cannot be forever autumn. It is a bridge we must cross, hopefully slowly enough to enjoy the beautiful sights it offers. Time to look back, to be wistful, maybe longing – and a time to look forward, to prepare, to hope. Winter too has its treasures, and in my next post I will be looking at some of the preparations we are making here on the hood of the cobra.
Psychologist on the Move 