Frost, simplicity, roots, virtue

this morning the frost was heavy on my windshield, no delicate patterns, a chilly blanket blocking my view, i sat letting the engine warm, then hopped out and rubbed away enough of a patch to see on my drive home.

all weekend an easy pace, walking, going inward, taking part in the dance, holding space for love and miracles, allowing trust to be expressed, accepted, appreciated... it was that and more. how simple things are, my path is no longer one of extremes, emotions are not run away from but neither take me away from myself, that core of gratitude and non-judgment, riding crest and trough free of willful mismanagement, listening closely, bathing in gentle kindness.

its time for pumpkins, dancing with all souls while the veil is thin, visiting grief on the vine, muddy boots, heavy hats, watching the childplay in grace, bursting open roots in oven, outings through firelit streets where now is corporeal, dead to dead to living, helpful notions retrieved by congregations changing hands.

how beautifully we found each other's virtue, gave that chaste and quiet spirit a name, a safe room to voice his-her commonality, playtime, restful, smiling, protected and loved, honest secrets gathered toward the center, patterns of leaves in walkway changing, changing, giving a hand, change to watchful change, lending that hand, pulling each other up to our feet, laying down again in music, in image, in celebration of this simple gift.