Quiet days. I'm not ready for this time around Thanksgiving to give way to what's next. Not yet anyway. The kids have to go back to college for a few weeks to take exams, turn in projects and even a thesis. I feel pressure, too, to get caught up on work, to get my head into and my heart around the season But this morning feels suspended in something different. A time for carving out how to approach these days, the coming holidays - the rest of life - with the kind of intention that makes it all worthwhile.
The centerpiece from our Thanksgiving table seems to offer up a perfect example, a simple white pumpkin topped with a myriad of tiny succulent plants resting in a bed of moss. As pretty today as it was weeks ago when I bought it at the County Farmer's Market. All it needs is a very occasional replenishing of water at the roots to stay vibrant and lovely. I was entranced by the lady who planted them and made their uniqueness and artistry seem so simple. I think of all the things I overcomplicate instead of just letting them be and savoring them. Keep the roots watered - the well filled - and the rest will take care of itself, this plant says. Today I listen.