Some people hide their heads in the sand, but, I guess, squirrels choose to hide their heads in the pumpkin. I love my pumpkins, and seeing them become squirrel food is frustrating, but I had to laugh. And some days you need to laugh.
We are bombarded these days with so much that worries us, especially as we head towards election day. How important it is to open ourselves to what amuses us and makes us smile, even if I wish my pumpkins had not become a feeding trough.
Sunday I drove through the neighborhood, stopping to fill Little Free Libraries with a stack of books —food for other readers, and I felt fed by what I saw.
What a gorgeous fall it has been, and I am grateful for each of these days; each one calling me to open my eyes, to find beauty, to notice what brings us comfort and joy. And to smile.
What feeds you these days. What has made you smile? I would love to know.
Every morning while making the bed, I pause and look out the window towards our backyard. This is what I see.
This is the view, thanks to the creative talents and physical efforts of the gardener in our house.
I stand at the window and receive a gift of color and the variety of shapes and textures. I see abundance and growth, reminding me to be grateful for the abundance and ongoing growth in my own life. I think about the season we are in and how each day may seem the same, but yesterday I did not see any roses on the tall rose bush, and today two are in view. Creamy with a blush of peach.
I wonder if the blueberry bushes are ready to be harvested again. A couple weeks ago I made muffins using our own blueberries, and I am eager to repeat the taste treat.
Standing at the window each morning, I receive energy for the day, even if I didn’t sleep well the night before. I wonder how I will be asked to bloom today or is it someone else’s turn?
I celebrate the miracle of creation, and I give thanks for the gardener in my life and his holy work.
This is sanctuary.
Love this Earth as if you won’t be here tomorrow; show reverence for your Garden as if you will be here forever.
Later in the morning I walk up the stairs to the garret and pause at the windows on the landing. I take a deep breath as my view expands over rooftops and into the backyards of neighbors.
In the stillness, I send blessings:
to the boys next door who seem to create their own universe, jumping on their trampoline. May your imaginations and energy enrich you and those who love you.
to the neighbor newly diagnosed with Parkinson’s. May you adjust to the new reality in your life.
to the neighbor across the alley who often forgets to shut her garage door and to the neighbors who do it for her. May you be safe.
to new neighbors on the block. May you find warmth and happiness here. May you find home here.
to each of the 22 children on the block. May you know fun and joy on this summer day.
to all those whom I don’t know, but who live within my view. May you feel support as you face whatever causes anxiety in your life. May you feel peace as you cross your own thresholds. May you know love.
The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy. Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves, the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.
Terry Tempest Williams
And, I add, daily prayers are delivered, also, while looking out a window.
What do you receive as you stand at a window and what do you send beyond your window? I would love to know.