Monday, September 26, 2011
According to the calender, the equinox has passed. In reality it is today. Yes, now is the time when the day and the night are equal. The balance is right now. Tomorrow, the night will begin to tip the scale her direction and we will continue our spiral around.
I love Autumn and always have. In Phoenix it was the time to be outdoors even more, well into the evenings, talking with friends, lighting bonfires in the back yard (not mine since it was way too little), breathing a sigh of relief that you made it through another summer. Up here there is a nip in the air most mornings, the trees are thinking about trying on different colors, and we have Honeycrisp apples.
I have begun looking forward to this time of the year for other reasons as well. One is a very personal reason and it involves a man who accepted me as part of his family even though there were no blood or legal ties. He called my children his grandchildren without hesitation. He laughed at my occasional joke and included me in his conversations. Not once did he act as though I were anything other than an intelligent, beautiful woman. Although I didn't know him for very long, I am truly happy that I knew him at all. So, why do I think of him this time of the year? Because I believe he was watching over me one morning in early October several years ago while I was driving to work. I was upset at being excluded from something important. I was crying while driving. I was driving way too fast on curved roads. Then, as I came around a sharper curve, I saw it. The trees in front of me were on fire with Autumn color and the early morning sun. I slowed down. I stopped my car. I got out and sat on my hood for a little while, listening to everything around me. There were birds, a little wind, the sound of a random car. Mostly there was silence. And in that silence I knew he was telling me that it was going to be alright. That he included me in his thoughts and prayers and love. That I had a lot to live for and there were people who loved me and appreciated me, even when they didn't show it clearly.
Each year since then, around this time, I have come across some unexpected beauty and it takes my breath away. I know that he's a part of that. And I always stop to listen when it happens. Because I know it's for me. And that I am loved.
I hope you all feel loved.
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Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Today. I sit here now and feel a little tired. In a good way. Today was filled with emotion. Filled to the brim with love from women all over. Filled with the joy of knowing how I am loved.
I got my wheel today. I'm amazed at all the detail and beauty and the love of it all. And I cried. There is a part of me now, a part that is shiny and amazing. I shared that part with the ones who were involved, but I won't share it here.
What I want to share here is this: Love really is the greatest gift. Sometimes it takes on different forms and some of those are unrecognizable to others. Patience while a daughter comes to terms with having a Dad. Asking about a large waffle iron from a restaurant supplier because it was mentioned in a conversation long ago. A hug wrapped in fiber and a pretty card that could be read again and again. A skein of yarn to create something beautiful with. A hug from a teenager simply because you look like you need one. An email from an adult child just asking how your day was. A wind-chime that used to welcome everyone into the house. A tissue passed to you in church because you can not stop the tears from falling. A vivid sunset in the fall to remind you to take a moment for yourself.
All of these have been given to me out of Love. Each are moments that I treasure and hold dear. And I am so blessed.