slipping into November
"we were like those who dream." psalm 126:1 Frosty mornings greet me like an old friend; white from crystalized water lay across grass and fallen autumn leaves, a beautiful sight to behold. I love the winter months. From the start of autumn to the edges of February, there is something fantastical, something wonderful about the months where most all of nature slumbers. I often wish we humans took note of that. Modeled after what creation does (slow down, rest, rejuvenate). But in a world that values unhealthy levels of productivity and the need to make money to simply survive under the scrutinizing gaze of billionaires and petty politicians who surely have forgotten what it is like to be an average citizen, the majority of us obviously cannot slow down and rest. However, I always believe those of us who have to scrape and work hard to pay the bills, can find ways to slow down and rest. Baby steps, ya'll. Regardless if I worked a twelve-hour shift for one job or worked 9-...