Are you breathing just a little –

And calling it a life?

-Mary Oliver

It’s the first of October, which signals a new month and a new season and I always have some anticipation around these new beginnings. Also, I’m sorry to say I haven’t eaten better, or filled a few journal pages or exercised more, as I often resolve. (Not yet, anyway)

Mostly, I have just lived another day. Sometimes (most times) expectation shows up with it’s evil twin- disappointment and it’s impossible to tear them apart. So I chose to leave them both behind. A very good decision. 

Today I walked until it got too people-y, took a nap this afternoon when I was tired and watched the setting sun spill orange light into my art space while I sat and did nothing but bear witness. Living in the moments. 

Delighting in them. 

I took dozens of pictures this morning, but deleted most of them, so that the tiny bits of life before me could really stand out. And this furry little creature took center stage. 

Small good things are a theme this week. So happy to welcome Autumn. 

6 Comments on “Listen

  1. Oh my, that fuzzy wuzzy wooly bear. Genius to take it close up. Looks like a medium winter prediction. And the berry webb. And the shadowy peace. And the words. It’s all genius.

    • Autumn to me is about webs and shadows and fuzzy, wooly things. I hope you’re right about winter, although I love it all. Cold and snow, stillness and quiet.

    • Yes. Raymond Carver had it right with that expression. Such a tiny sentence that holds so much, indeed *

  2. You’re breaking my heart. It sounds like the perfect day. I did a few things, but not much. It was necessary. Sometimes that’s all I can do. That caterpillar up close is exquisite. A whole universe. I love your blog.

    • It really does feel a whole Universe in the smallest of things. I’m finding that my days love to be let alone just as I do. To know what it means to dwell in possibility is pure joy.

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