October Balm

We stumbled past the equinox to stop in the solid footing of fall.  And we find ourselves here, in this moment, in October, with no idea how we got here so fast and remain upright.  It’s a mad thing, the main season—abundant with food, and scores of faces, and joy, and connection, and velocity.  So much velocity that we inevitably arrive dumbstruck here in the October balm.

​October is arguably the most beautiful month, with its days warm beneath a languid sun and nights slow and long and blanketed.  We ease our aching bodies into its bath of lessened workload and lowered cortisol levels.  We reflect and revise, formulate ideas of improvement.  We glide awhile, just enjoying the view.  We celebrate the season, birthdays, anniversaries, and those that passed before us.  We soak in the Epsom salt of gratitude and linger there, catching our breath.

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