They say each season has a rightful place:
A time to scribble,
A time to paint.
A time to read good books,
A time to dream up new ones.
A time to craft words,
A time to delete.
A time to face the music,
A time to dance in the face of it.
It's the natural breath of our days -
The ups and downs of waves.
Summer rushed to Fall a smidge too soon in my neck of the woods.
Birthdays, school starts,
First wiggly teeth,
Rounded hula hoops of doings.
Do you ever drag your feet ?
I soured up a few days
kicking my heels against time and tides,
and then I remembered...
What of all the sacred moments today ?
What am I missing with my eyes shut tight against change?
Here is the good news:
Gratitude mends easily.
It always starts with today.
And thankfulness is magic.
It turns straw into gold,
turns dirty dishes into a sacred space.
Farewell summer! Hello Fall!
It's simple, right?
To find joy, we breathe.
In and out.
And if breathing means working hard at a task today,
then may we find beauty under the stones at our feet.
Or if it means taking a ramble in the woods,
then let the leaves turn,
let the fruit fall
and find us with open hands.
"Nobody else but the rosebush knows
how nice mud feels between the toes."
- Polly Chase Boyden
Book treasures that make me smile in all seasons:
The Reluctant Dragon by Kenneth Grahame, illustrated by Inga Moore
Firefly July - compiled by Paul B. Janeczko, illustrated by Melissa Sweet
Lindbergh - The Tale of a Flying Mouse, by Torben Kuhlmann
The New Arrival by Vanya Nastanlieva
Three Times Lucky by Sheila Turnage
A Snicker of Magic by Natalie Lloyd
Henry and the Paper Route by Beverly Cleary
The Magician's Elephant by Kate DiCamillo
Odd, Weird, and Little by Patrick Jennings