By Cathy
she is our month of gratitude
our month of transition
her darkness surrounding us now by late afternoon
as we seek comfort inside; fires lit, candles glowing
we offer up big, bright, ceramic bowls of homemade soup
and say so long to dazzling afternoon sun
and hello to the arrival of the rain, relentless and constant
dragging out our gore tex jackets and boots
she is mornings of thick fog lingering among the trees
full blown gray skies for weeks on end
and the pounding of our windshield wipers keeping time
with Lucy Kaplansky on the radio
inside we surround ourselves with books and knitted shawls
and allow for long phone conversations in the late afternoon with close friends
not feeling hurried or hasty
she is our opportunity to reconnect, hibernate and be mindful
she is our month of gratitude
our month to mindfully show kindness, give thanks and to pay it forward
it makes me wonder if we commit to the magic of her 30 days
how different will our lives be for the remaining 335?
:::
It is wet here in the Pacific Northwest, wet and beautiful.
Isn't life grand!
Cathy, xoox