I look for you in winter...

Autumn nearing winter... nothing has been checked off my lists, but beauty, creativity, and love are all at hand.  Good weeks.  Cool air.  Readying. 

Feist, The Moore, Seattle

Music reaches places other things can't (John Goldingay).  Some shows draw you in, intimately.  So much more than an album, or a tour and top hits.  A wholeness, an eperience pairing the heard with the seen.  Feist is good for that... embracing the artistry of the sum. 

A return to the south, family traditions, familiarites.

Hand and foot may not be all together creative (though we were all wearing cross stitched "foot" holders made by great aunts and grandmothers connecting us to our creative, sassy, card loving predecessors), but the time spent with precious people is affective... infective.  Living on the other side of the country from the people that make up so much of who I am can slowly weaken.  Even small amounts of time with them is so strengthening. 

Early, quiet mornings.

Cold mornings are preparing my heart for this darker season.  Waiting.  Preparation.  Anticipation.  Hopefulness.  Celebrating with and and sorrowing with.  However faint the whisper seems, we can await the putting right of things.  We started by getting our (little baby) tree from a local non profit that strives for compassion and community.  Grateful for the season.

It was just like Christmas.

 
Low - Just Like Christmas
Mindy Smith - I know the Reason
Sleeping at Last - What Child is This
Sufjan - Star of Wonder
Feist - Lo, How a Rose E're Blooming