It is November. The bright sunshine has no heat to warm up our chilled bones. The trees, gorgeous flames of yellow and orange a few weeks ago, have dropped their leaves in defeat. The sun goes to bed before I eat dinner.
In the dark, our house feels like a haven of yellow light, standing strong against the dark and cold outside. Life inside feels cozy, tucked in, a shelter from the worries of the day. The evenings feel longer, as though the setting of the sun slows down time. I have many slow hours ahead of me curled up under blankets with tea and a book. Or just tea, as I stare out the window at the crystal stars.
This is the time to draw in close to home and family. Thanksgiving is right around the corner, a celebration of the good things this year has brought to me and mine. A time to give thanks for what is right in front of me. Home, family, community.
Seasons of nature are beautiful things, reminding us that all things have seasons. A season of busyness, a season of slow, a season of pouring out, a season of taking in. The season of the harvest is my season of taking in, taking stock of possessions, life, thoughts and dreams. I want to spend time things, reflecting on my life, and what is to come. A new year will be come and gone before I know it, but at this moment, this brief space in time, life is slow and gentle.
How will you use this season?
Shaina Merrick
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