Catching our Breath

​This week ends in October.  I watch, with alarm, this year slip through my fingers with liquid ease as I attempt to hold onto it with my iron grip.  The farmily, the most productive season ever, the warmth: all of it sliding away from me. Then I realize that this only brings us closer to Belize!  It’s good to give ourselves something to look forward to in winter—the blazing equatorial sunlight at the end of the tunnel.  A reward for months and months of extremes.  A relief to the exhaustion that clings to us like days old sweat.
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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