I looked at the calendar this morning with disbelieving eyes. Thanksgiving only two weeks away! How? Then I looked outside and found my answer. The red bud tree is all bare and gray and exposed. A bird feeder hanging from her limbs, empty. Fallen leaves on the ground darker now, wet, without much crunch. I have noticed more hawks flying low. I have seen remains of rabbits, nothing left but a tail, dark beige and white fur moving back and forth in the wind like swaying grain. The remains of Halloween can still be felt - a bit of fright, some spookiness, the real kind - Mother Nature's force.And right now I feel boldly connected and in synch with the earth. It was a quiet weekend for our family. We weaved in and out of togetherness and solidarity. There were no commitments. I was either loving on my family or reading this, which I read twice because it moved me so. The cover caught my eye while at the library browsing in the children's section with Sully last week. Just wonderful. Trust me.
What are you reading and loving these days?
