...a few more leaves release their grip to leave the height of the branches for the rush of the wind. Gliding, swirling, rising, falling, beautifully in air currents invisible, but for what they carry, and today, they carry the copper leaves of November.
It's just past noon in this little corner of the world. Just beyond the screen mid-day rain is dancing with the slight, cool breeze. It's a in-between hour, in an in-between part of the year. Change is in the air. Glorious, brilliant, magnificent. All true descriptions of the colors of the maples, elms, oaks, all … Continue reading In between.
Like the geese, I was leaving too. I won't need to go as far south as these birds. Most of my "flock" is relatively close, physically or in my heart. And for that fact and those people, I am so grateful.
Whatever this day finds you facing, remember to weave a little love through it all. Today began with strong coffee, a reminder of unity and variety in the spiritual gifts we're all given (1 Corinthians 12, look it up, it's good stuff) and an ancient prayer: "Oh God, who art the Author of love and … Continue reading Love.
Ah, September! Just the mention of the month makes me long for bonfires, boots and sweaters! Meanwhile it's still hot and humid, so perhaps I shall appreciate September for all that it is, as it is. The leaves just beyond the screen are beginning to show the slightest hint of gold and copper now, especially … Continue reading Hello, September.
This morning I took my coffee to the front porch to enjoy the soft morning breeze before the humidity kicks in. The wildflowers are all but spent, easily mistaken for tall, gangly weeds at this point, but the birds love this little patch of tall seeds, and because of them, so do I. Soon enough … Continue reading Morning
This last Sunday of July 2018 has arrived on a soft breeze, refreshingly cool for summertime here. Early light is streaming through these old oaks, painting the morning in shades of green and gold as I wander around with my coffee, pausing in the patches of light for moments of prayer and gratitude. What a … Continue reading Sunday Morning
Front porch seat, hot coffee, springlike breeze blowing summer flower scents through the sprinklety showers and downpours, goldfinches, cardinals, and a tiny little gray bird playing peekaboo from the hollies and oaks. Seems like my weekend “to do” list has just been rewritten. Hello, Saturday. It’s good to be here.
An ancient book of prayers, a not so old mandolin, and a hot cup of fresh coffee. It was among these things that I greeted this Tuesday morning. I could play the strings, but to do so would interrupt the morning chorus from the resident birds. Perhaps another day I would attempt to play along, … Continue reading The music of morning