Like many people I know, I struggle with a nagging sense of sadness during these the darkest days of the year. It’s minor … virtually undetectable really. It does not keep me from enjoying the blessings or performing the chores of daily life. But it’s there just the same. My mind drifts toward worry more…
I’m taking a detour away from the beautiful outdoors today to encourage you to step inside for a moment. You know that I celebrate and appreciate the gifts that Nature gives every day. You know that I try to use my gifts in return. And you know that I strive to live in a way…
J.T. Garrett writes in his book, Meditations with The Cherokee, “The elder Medicine Men told us … many generations ago … that we are dependent on each other, and Mother Earth is dependent on us.”
Sitting by the creek, I watch Nature’s endless supply unfold. The current never stops. More always comes to replace what has drifted downstream.
On this day, the fall season swarms in to start refreshing the scene. Leaves drop; fruits ripens and fall from the vine; bees scramble to capture the last of the pollen; geese gather to prepare for their annual trip to warmer fields. Some people love fall. I prefer spring. The difference is that I favor…