sugar maple

in a line

i drive down ohio roads.  i drink in the rolling southern ohio landscape like water.  i don’t know what it is about coming up over a slow curve to find a white, paint-peeling church with it’s faithful buried along side of it.

it does my soul good.

side by side

i spend the day barely indoors.  there is a roof over my head, but it’s just there to catch the rain while i’m sitting out on the porch.  it’s a tin roof and the rain sounds louder and the grass looks greener than i’ve heard or seen in a while.

maybe i just haven’t been looking.

the sure thing of autumn is knocking lightly at the door.  i pull on warm socks and i take a cup of coffee out front.  i have to answer it.

nothing slows me down like cool weather.  nothing stops my eye like leaves changing color.  nothing pulls up a chair and bids me to sit like light falling on crisp turning yellow at the dying end of this year.

i don’t know what this year has been like for you.  maybe you’re glad to see it go.  could be that you can’t believe it’s already thinking about closing up shop.

it may be the hardest year of your life.

harvest

time

but still.

there is more to come.

and it could be that this next season may finally be the one that helps me settle for less. this fall might just convince me that the perfect, dynamic, purpose driven life is just a dream.  that real life is harder.  and sadder.  and less.  it’s so much less than any of us could say.

maybe this fall will teach me to stop breaking my heart.  could be that this one will at last find me picking up the reddest leaf i’ve ever seen and saying thank you like i really mean it.

gratitude journal ~ one thousand gifts ~ 2170 – 2193

tree full of finches
adrienne
no service
slowing down
sleeping in
asking for help
jeff
grocery stores
what the young folks are listening to
cannell longevity
being an amateur
wet wood
prayer still working
squeaky wheels
fine lines
wet birds
conkle’s hollow
‘you’re doing fine, suzy.  just fine.’
detroit police
super cool columbus
newlyweds
hugging randy
grandma faye’s
karen

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One Response to sugar maple

  1. Hi, nice to meet you. I’m hopping over from Ann’s link up. Ahh, the sound of rain on tin roofs is one of my favorite sounds. 🙂 And the sight of old country churches in green meadows… 🙂

    Have a great week,
    Jennifer Dougan
    http://www.jenniferdougan.com

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