Sensing The Season

September is one of my favourite months and we’re midway through it already! In the spirit of embracing this month of transition (in many ways), I thought I’d consider the sensual things it is offering.

I see . . .
leaves on trees hinting of change
the smiling face of our granddaughter
a flock of birds undulating across the sky
a bear strolling by while Gerry and Makiya are in the backyard kicking a soccer ball around
dang fruit flies

I hear . . .
rain dripping in the downspout (such  sweet, sweet sound!)
kids laughing
dogs snoring
the pop of the thing in the middle of the game of Trouble that rolls the dice

I smell . . .
apple pie baking
tomatoes, garlic, and herbs roasting
African sweet potato stew simmering
clean air (I.e. the absence of smoke!)
fresh basil

I feel . . .
the grip of a serrated knife in my hand as I chop tomatoes
spiderwebs clinging to me in the garden
the arms of my granddaughter around me when we share hugs
chilly, like it’s almost time to put socks and shoes on

I taste . . .
Pumpkin Spice Frappuccino’s that are like drinking pumpkin pie (yum)
warm bread
hot soup
frozen yogurt
just-picked carrots







I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
1 comment
  1. now I am hungry…

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