Friday Dispatch: Always an Opening

A small photo journey to welcome October

Friday greetings,

Will you swing on a bench with me, ever so gently?

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Or walk by the pond where Thoreau wrote, “The question is not what you look at, but what you see.”

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You could be a lone swimmer taking in the majesty of an October morning.

Or a weary traveler just before the road bends up ahead.

O blaze of color! O wooden fence! O old rock wall! Your timelessness stills me and stirs me.

Thank you for inviting me to watch the yellow leaves flutter to the forest floor, to remember that looking out the window is never a waste of time, to catch myself when I’m cranky and hold myself close when I’m tired, and to know that care comes in circles that ripple and wink if you not only look, but see through the trees.

Every day can be a beginning.

There is always an opening.

What needs to wash away so that something new can be born?
So that something new can be heard
What can you let go of, what can you loosen a grip on to be here now?
You are here, you deserve to be here, you’re perfect to be here, and you have nowhere else to be
That breathing is your home base, okay?
You can’t be lost

~ East Forest

Shabbat Shalom and love,

Jena