This Mindful
Moment

The season settles in slowly the way dusk settles over a neighborhood soft at first then everywhere at once. There is a quiet weight to this time of year a story behind the story a mixture of warmth and ache woven together like threads we can feel even if we cannot name them. We stand inside this season with all of it the complicated history the tenderness the gathering the remembering the longing for something gentle. And still year after year the earth reminds us how to mov

There are seasons in life when the world becomes a long list of things to do. Laundry waiting in piles like soft hills on the horizon. Meals to cook. Children to drive. Emails to answer. People to care for. Even the joyful things like travel or gatherings can start to feel like tasks lined up in a row. And somewhere in the middle of all that movement we begin to chase a feeling of being put together. We try to get the ducks in a row. We organize the drawer. We tidy the kitche

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