Just another manic Monday

The season is changing. Wishful thoughts about one more day that spreads sunshine and warmth on the land is magic that will not be mine. At least, not today. Rain is glazing the deck. Browning leaves paste to the sidewalks and stamp on to rain drenched shoes. Fall is finding a home here.

I'm a holiday person. I love Halloween. I wish I could say that I love the ghouls and the ghosties. I wish that the flavor of sugar babies and wrapped orange and brown taffy thrilled me. I do love Halloween, but not for the costumes and the candies. I love the shadow of Halloween. The leaving of the hallowed eve marches in the Season of Joy for my family and for me.

Joy dances through the Thanksgiving day. The dance continues with great color and light until we are together to celebrate the joy of Christmas.

Ahhh, today. The drizzles and the tangles of the rain and the wind. I will pull a sweater out of the closet, walk through the maze of leaves and pine needles.

I will stroll of walk of gratitude ... for all that I have, for all that I wish for and for that which I have been given. For no apparent reason, I have been given much!