Friday, November 1, 2013
November brings scarlet, gold, saffron leaves to earth: a Turkish carpet beneath my feet on quiet walks with River dog, who greatly enjoys pouncing through those papery-thin leaves along the roadside. Dogs love simple things, and while I watch his utter joy in the moment, I realize there's a lesson for us all in this. To dance in the fall leaves with the heart of a child, to kick them back up into the sky, to see the saturated colors on the palette of wonder. Life. It's so fleeting, so short, too precious to be spent all day on cell phones, computers, inside. How grateful I am to be here, to have so many people be kind to me along the journey. To see those scarlet dancers, to love so much, to need less and less: to be imperfect and right here to make art, to write, to keep reminding others of all that is within our hand.