photo by Pearl Beerhorst
Nature calls to her children to come home. There is only so much time you can spend looking into a screen. We are all made from the dust of the earth and to the dust we will one day return and yet there is magic in every leaf. The smell of moist soil, a layer of fallen oak leaves, a dry lavender blossom stem crumbled in hand. There is a mystical portent just waiting to renew us with its power and mystery if we can only step out the door and into the cool drizzle of October.
There are so many tasks that clamor for attention and yet how many of them would be better left undone.
Yesterday daughter Pearl was feeding the rabbits and chickens at 9:15 in the morning. Later in the morning Dove stood in the pouring rain on the sidewalk in her stocking feet until she was soaked through. I thought to call her in because it seemed wrong at first but when I thought about it a little more it seemed so right.
The three little girls and I came out of the movie theater and the wind was blowing so hard we had to lean forward as we walked to the car and then the wind was filled with rain. We got more soaked with every step. Off to the South the sky was broken open with large patches of deep blue and one third of a fuzzy thick rain bow built just for us. Glorious.