Autumn, harvest.
The change of season feels full of possibilities.
New ventures, new hopes, new steps.
I’ve been thinking of
women perched on the edges of chairs, sitting properly, graciously…
of men opening doors and smiling,
of children playing, resting in the structure of secure limits.
How much home means the presence of love, of order, of rightness.
Sowing new seeds, of the inner kind.
May God bless our ventures with wisdom and prosperity.
Wishing all a lovely autumn.
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