September

And so we find ourselves in October...but a little lost in the details of life.
How does that happen?
A month of summer turning to fall.  Not losing but succumbing.  As it should be.
Of going deep into the forest.
Of seeing all my boys and girls.
And of toiling for many sunset hours on the deck...stripping, sanding, hanging out...
Of starting a challenging new study.
Of sweet friends and potatoes and coffees and art projects.
Of challenge and movement?
Of pondering new directions and relationships.
Eagerly anticipating the coming month and how life develops.
What will I write here next month at this time.
A life.
One month at a time.