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October Bloom

“I can smell autumn dancing in the breeze. The sweet chill of pumpkin, and crisp sunburnt leaves.”– Ann Drake

“October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!”― Rainbow Rowell , Attachments

Crisp mornings and eves
Warm sun nestled between
Colors transforming into a rich tapestry
Remain and rest in the beauty of October harvest and bounty
Preparation for dormancy to return yet again to spring
Take a season at a time and open the gifts each offers.

“There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir: We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame She calls, and calls each vagabond by name.”― William Bliss

A Voice

“Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

“There’s a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.” – Rumi

Colors abound.
Beauty overflowing.
Joy bursting.
Full and complete.
Cracked and tender.

“It’s okay that these bodies we live in are not always the promises we’d wished for. Life is full beneath this cracked porcelain. Inside this tender flesh.”― Heather Lanier, Raising a Rare Girl: A Memoir

Harness and Hold

“Kindness is the only strength there is.”― Gregory Boyle, Tattoos on the Heart: The Power of Boundless Compassion

“There’s no easy way to do this.
So do it right:
weep, laugh, watch, pray, love,
live, give thanks and praise;
comfort, mend, honor,
and remember.”― Thomas Lynch

Joy and struggle, pushing and pulling, awe and unknowing.
A current under the waves.
Lightning filling the sky.
Energy and power abound.
Harness and hold.
Enter and experience it all.
May generosity of heart, lightness of spirit and anchor of soul be your compass.

“Just assume the answer to every question is compassion.”― Gregory Boyle

Deep Woods

“Stand still.
The trees ahead and the bushes beside you Are not lost.
Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen.” – David Wagoner

“We are gradually losing the art of silence. Of walking down the street lost in our own thoughts. Of closing the door to our rooms and being quiet. Of sitting on a park bench and just thinking. We may fear silence because we fear what we might hear from the deepest parts of ourselves. We may be afraid to hear that “still small” voice. What might it say? Might it ask us to change?”― James Martin, SJ

May curiosity be your compass.
Silence your friend.
Unfolding and unfurling into the deep woods of unknowing, becoming.

“When I think of the wisest people I know, they share one defining trait: curiosity. They turn away from the minutiae of their lives-and focus on the world around them. They are motivated by the desire to explore the unfamiliar. They are drawn toward what they don’t understand.”― Dani Shapiro, Still Writing: The Perils and Pleasures of a Creative Life

Under All Silences

“Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star…”― e.e cummings

“the hugeness of the world was a pool to dive into, not somewhere to drown.”― Ann Cleeves, The Moth Catcher

Fog lifts.
Skies clear.
Clouds return.
Rainbows appear.
Sun rises.
Sun sets.
Stand, kneel, in awe of those fleeting moments.
Beauty to prompt wonder and reverence.
Exhale and enter the rhythm of breath, the flow of life unfolding.
Sacred ground.

“Remember you are this universe and this universe is you.”― Joy Harjo, She Had Some Horses

Might Be Joy

“It’s possible to understand the world from studying a leaf. You can comprehend the laws of aerodynamics, mathematics, poetry and biology through the complex beauty of such a perfect structure.
It’s also possible to travel the whole globe and learn nothing.”― Joy Harjo, The Woman Who Fell from the Sky: Poems

“Because in trying to articulate what, perhaps, joy is, it has occurred to me that among other things—the trees and the mushrooms have shown me this—joy is the mostly invisible, the underground union between us, you and me, which is, among other things, the great fact of our life and the lives of everyone and thing we love going away. If we sink a spoon into that fact, into the duff between us, we will find it teeming. It will look like all the books ever written. It will look like all the nerves in a body. We might call it sorrow, but we might call it a union, one that, once we notice it, once we bring it into the light, might become flower and food. Might be joy.”― Ross Gay, The Book of Delights

Do nothing.
Observe everything.
Receive alone.
Be made new by awe, by wonder.
Invisible but present.
Pause to notice.
Emergence bubbling up.

“Helped are those who are content to be themselves; they will never lack mystery in their lives and the joys of self-discovery will be constant.”― Alice Walker, The Temple of My Familiar

Of Wild Things

“I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief… For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.” – Wendell Berry

“Bless the poets, the workers for justice, the dancers of ceremony, the singers of heartache, the visionaries, all makers and carriers of fresh meaning—We will all make it through, despite politics and wars, despite failures and misunderstandings. There is only love.”― Joy Harjo, Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings: Poems

Underneath the busy, the noise, the fast, fresh meaning awaits harvest, celebration.
Beyond the past, the future, the momentary struggle, the now awaits attention, rest.
Above, below, all around, the peace of the wild things opens space and creates place to discover, uncover, rediscover love, that always remains whether we see it or not, steep.
Rest in the grace of the world.

“I need a song that will keep sky open in my mind. If I think behind me, I might break. If I think forward, I lose now.”― Joy Harjo, Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings: Poems

Hues of Change

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” – Albert Camus

“Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain.” – Henry David Thoreau

Hues of change, unfolding
Rainbow of colors melting one into the next
A kaleidoscope of artistry in a leaf amidst transition
Slowly, surely, and unseen if we bypass the pause, the gaze
Second spring where nature shows off, seasons dance
A masterclass in transformation, beauty the professor.

“Every particular in nature, a leaf, a drop, a crystal, a moment of time is related to the whole, and partakes of the perfection of the whole.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Reverence and Imagination

“Nature is the direct expression of the divine imagination.” ― John O’Donohue

“The whole of the life — even the hard — is made up of the minute parts, and if I miss the infinitesimals, I miss the whole. These are new language lessons, and I live them out. There is a way to live the big of giving thanks in all things. It is this: to give thanks in this one small thing. The moments will add up.”― Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You

The rings of a tree marking the years.
Moments to days to months to a lifetime.
Life goes slow and fast.
Stay awake in this day.
Parts tying together the whole.
Unfolding before you.
Awaiting your attention, reverence and awe.

“When you regain a sense of your life as a journey of discovery, you return to rhythm with yourself. When you take the time to travel with reverence, a richer life unfolds before you.”― John O’Donohue, Beauty: The Invisible Embrace

All Here

“Life is so urgent it necessitates living slow.”― Ann Voskamp

“When I fully enter time’s swift current, enter into the current moment with the weight of all my attention, I slow the torrent with the weight of me all here.”― Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are

May you encounter the weight of moments.
Steeped in the depth of new landscape from the same vantage point.
Silent depths revealing new light.
Swept away by the swift current of rhythm and flow.
Living slow, held in gratitude and awe.
All here.
In the now.

“Only the blindness of habit convinces us that we continue to live in the same place, that we see the same landscape. In truth, no place ever remains the same because light has no mind for repetition; it adores difference. Through its illuminations, it strives to suggest the silent depths that hide in the dark. Light”― John O’Donohue, Divine Beauty: The Invisible Embrace

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