The stifling remnants of summer have fled at last. Cool autumn air has settled in across the land. Although the trees remain fully leafed, the exhausted gardens sag into their final season.
Autumn may be the season of melancholy, but I don’t feel it. On the contrary, its sudden arrival enlivens every cell of my body. I celebrate the autumn breeze.
[Daily post 079 of 260 in my year-long challenge.] ♨
“Why do we have a garden?” we ask ourselves when the weather makes working in the yard a sweltering pain. For food, for exercise, for meditative relaxation.
The end of September was a quiet time in Yellowstone National Park, and beautiful beyond words. Warm days, cold nights, golden aspen mixed among the dark ridges of pine.
A wish for the new year: may we always learn, grow, and share, with generosity and kindness for all. And with the resolve to accept the lessons that come our way, the new year will be worth celebrating. ♨
Listening distinguishes greatness among humans. The greatest among us are those who listen, hear, and feel for others.
Can we be passionate about whatever circumstances life serves up to us? What bliss might we discover wherever we are, whatever we are doing, whoever we are with?
The Memphis Interfaith Coalition for Action and Hope (MICAH) brings together a diverse and passionate crowd of citizens committed to tackling the city’s most pressing challenges.
