November, coming to a close, brings such a fullness of color and texture. It is the richness of this particular place on our planet that shines forth in front of us, inviting us to witness. How much we can see or feel or touch depends upon our willingness to get into it, to let ourselves get messy by diving deep into the day exactly as it shows up.
Oh, it's our time, especially in our blessed north, a time of hunched shoulders and hands thrust in pockets, wind biting the ears and thoughts of warmth tingling our toes. Yet it happens every year in just about the same way and at just about the same time. So how do we find the core, the kernel that reflects both new and not new? That's the dance right now: when we have that we can celebrate, recognize, honor both of those parts. For as we look more deeply, it becomes clear - this is a meaningless distinction, like so many that we make.
So in this moment (this one, this very one) we scan across the water, we watch the glorious blessed light give grace to all it touches, and we are filled with gratitude.