“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” Albert Einstein
Miracles
Tag: Nature
Happy Fall!
An Autumn Spirituality
What is an autumn spirituality? An acceptance of both light and dark as natural parts of life. A letting go as the trees let go of their leaves. A recognition of deaths, both large and small. And the promise of life to come.
James Martin, S.J.
Here in Minnesota autumn has reached its nadir after a rainy, chilly October. The Halloween trick-or-treaters have come and gone, the leaves are mostly on the ground, few plants in our garden have survived the killing cold at night. Yet late autumn, like all of the seasons, has a beauty all its own. It’s the beginning of the cozy time, when I snuggle up in sweaters and my aunt’s quilts, and gather close to my family, and take some deep breaths and time to cherish my faith. Especially today, on the Feast of All Saints.
How about you? Is late autumn special to you or your family, and why?
Proof!
I have proof, incontrovertible photographic evidence, that spring has finally arrived in our backyard:
There are buds on our lilac bushes….Happy May, everyone!
Wordless Wednesday: Last of the Peonies in February
Winter Wednesday
It’s cold. And changing my antidepressant from Cymbalta (which was helping my fibromyalgia but had quit helping my depression) to Fetzima (vice versa) isn’t helping my grumpy mood any. I have developed strange food cravings (carbs, sugar, and more carbs) and I am frighteningly grateful for cable TV and Law & Order reruns.
Wordless Wednesday
Today, believe it or not, is the last day of fall here in the Northern Hemisphere. (Yes, technically it’s still autumn.) In Minnesota today it feels emphatically Northern, I might add. Here are a few images from our first snowfall in Minneapolis back on November third to ease your transition from fall to winter.
Wordless Wednesday: Autumn Stories
Wordless Wednesday: A Love Sonnet to October
Falling
Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground.
Andrea Gibson
Chronic Grace 