Changing Seasons
I’m not sure I’ve been so excited to see the seasons change. Something stirs inside me as I zip up my sweater in the mornings and watch the leaves fall to the ground. My heart is longing for change. I’m ready for our Fall garden to start producing. I think I’m probably more eager to see what blooms and grows in this Fall garden then I was for the Spring/Summer garden. What will grow in the cooler temps? What will grow in the shorter, darker days? As stressful and busy as the Holiday season can be, I’ve always found that my soul and spirit becomes quieter around Thanksgiving into the New Year. I think that is why I’ve been longing for the seasons to change. My heart is ready for that quiet place. I’m finding the intentions of daily life turning inwards, reflecting, finding grace. This year has been a lot. So much sadness and grief surround the year for me. The pandemic aside…things happened this year that were deeply wounding. I’m reminded of the scripture that was read at Sean and...