Here we are, midway into November already. For me, this is a time of remembering, a time of anticipating, and a time for being right here, right now. Temps have dropped, natural rhythms have slowed...we bundle up to go out, we wrap our hands around warming mugs when in. Like no other, it's a time for care-taking and cozy-making...for appreciating the light and the dark and everything in between.
take a walk
Storm season has arrived. In between systems, it's advisable to take a walk in the woods. In fact, it's always advisable to take a walk in the woods.
thanksgiving
I woke to the sound of a fog horn several mornings this week, my afternoon tea is more often taken in lengthening shadows, and despite the unseasonably mild temps the leaves are turning...and falling. Today, family from four different locations in two different provinces will be mobilizing to gather at a place we all call 'the lake'. We'll spend the weekend walking trails, playing card games, reading and chatting by the fire, raking leaves, and roasting marshmallows over an open bonfire. There's sure to be a healthy dose of silliness, too much food to be possibly consumed (but it will be!), and much to feel bone-deep grateful for...
land of the silver birch
This past weekend I had occasion to visit a part of the province known as Cariboo Country. It's a vast landscape of woods, rolling hills and pasture lands. The area is sparsely populated with resource and service-based towns, ranches scattering the in-between places. People are down to earth, hard working and true; the life and the landscape simple and stunning all at once. Loons call, cattle low, the leaves turn. It was a breath of fresh fall air...
bird by bird
As Anne Lamott would say...bird by bird. Here's the first.