Crisp autumn mornings that snap when you first step outside onto the porch, silver-lined lavender skies behind leaves drenched in buttery caramel, burgundy wine and skeins of spun gold. Warm oatmeal, steel cut, with a touch of cream, a drizzle of maple syrup, diced apples, broken bits of pecans and dried cranberries.
Dusted with cinnamon and freshly grated nutmeg: the spices of this meditative season.
Wrap yourself in a quilt and head outdoors, your hair still wild with sleep. Feel the heat of the bowl against your cool fingertips. Hold your face over the swirls of steam and breathe.
With every spoon you feel the clouds separate in your mind and come to know in your bones you are part of the seasons, the frost on the grass below, the geese flying high and away. You are part of life’s continuing flow and you too go on and on.
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