Monday, November 11, 2013

November notes

November is textured and brilliant, a van Gogh painting with brush strokes of genius and soulful undertones. It's an antique brooch pinned on a jean jacket, the rare book collection in a hallowed library and the words of Henri Nouwen tucked into a leather bag for reading on the train. It's twigs and pinecones and birds nests, harvest moon and owl call, squirrels spiraling up the trunk of an oak tree on a frosty morning. November is autumn swan song and hello holidays, pecans to gather and sky-high pie piled with whipped cream. There'll be spicy chai tea, steam rising like perfume, and a few lines by Rumi that stay in your heart all day. November is for seeing life through a lens of gratitude, transforming the days into a precious present. Blessings upon blessings for those who pause to count them. And those who seek to be one.

1 comment:

Cathy Monetti said...

Tears, and tears, and more tears. I love November. And I love @verytrulyjulie. Thank you, friend.