…soft autumn hum …

It isn’t truly Fall yet and I want to hang on to summer.
I already miss the breakfasts of a quarter cantaloupe filled to the brim with blueberries—both local and sweeter than I remember.

I have a lot of years to remember.

Reflective writing and mindfulness help me to do the tasks of today. But what needs doing, most urgently, is to “make meaning” of everything. And yes, I realize that that task is not likely to be completed in this lifetime. We all need to attend to this though. This last stanza of Gary Snyder’s “Front Lines” feeds me today. I share it hoping it will do the same for you…

As the crickets’ soft autumn hum
is to us
so are we to the trees
as are they
to the rocks and the hills.
image credit: Jeff Suchak—  Mythic Landscape

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