I’ve been in a weird place lately, not feeling like myself. I can’t seem to keep the days straight, which is just not me. I’m attributing some of this to the weather. It has rained for days. My Thursday tennis match was cancelled, and we finally played it yesterday. I had to juggle a few things to make that work, and then Tuesday felt like Thursday, and thank goodness I remembered today was actually Wednesday, because pantry deliveries. Yikes, those seniors don’t need my scatterbrained self forgetting to deliver their groceries! I’m attributing the rest of it to just being over Summer (and so much else – I’m sure like all of you!). The rain finally blew through early this afternoon, leaving behind clear blue skies, low humidity, and the coolest temperatures we’ve had since April? Perfect timing. Hello Autumn!
One of my favorite pastor poets shared these words this morning
Autumn comes with a little woven basket
for gathering, harvesting.
She looks at the garden, and you.
A time of plucking,
of saying “Good enough.”
Greater dreams go to the compost pile.
Laying out the fruits, admiring,
thanking, forgiving, noticing
what thrived or didn’t.
textures grow small, grasslike.
What is fragile looks boldest in its dying.
Shadows come out of their hiding.
Chill knocks, and enters.
A time of cherishing, and laying to rest.
Held by a deeper turning, remembering
the seeds we save.
In every space now a grave silence opens,
and singing, grateful,
balanced on this moment.
On the first day of spring
this is what you remember.
Letting go, you dive in.
My heart is open to Autumn; my body and my mind need a bit more time to make room … I’ll be back here next Tuesday.
Take care. xxoo, M.