Sometimes words are not sufficient to capture the gifts
of the season, nor the gratitude. These are my offerings.
May they inspire you to notice the holiness of your moments on this cool, damp autumn day.
Sages for the hummingbirds who have now moved on.
Old outbuildings that now shelter our goats and chickens.
The woods across the road whose color changes every day.
Subtle hues of the penstemon who will soon begin
their long winter's nap.
And a yard that, though past its blooming peak, is
ripening seeds for all who will seek refuge
in the months to come.
May we each know the blessing of offering ourselves, each in our own unique way, to a world that so badly needs beauty and kindness in these troubled days.
No comments:
Post a Comment