Cat and I are in the mountains this week with plumbers and getting closer to calling this house a home. Autumn is in the air - the first fires are smoldering and patchouli candles burn. Deep jewel tones are on my mind and I dream of pulling woolens from out of season storage when I head back east. Memories of fall seasons as a child fill my thoughts and I revisit the rituals and joys shared with friends and family. When I get home I'll find the perfect pumpkin for carving, and roast the seeds with a sprinkle of olive oil and a grinding of herbs. Until then, I sip spiced tea and breathe.
I pray for my own rest in this season of too much to do, even as nature is slowing her growth and dying back. I pray for grace as I prepare our homes and my soul for the fallow winter ahead with my heart thankful and my spirit quieted.
