222: The Last Day of Summer
We’re approaching a new season.
Like children with a firefly
cupped in our hands
we hold onto summer’s warmth,
carrying it with us as we go.
We are somewhere between
the end and the beginning
of something new.
In the past, I may have grieved this
season shift.
In the past I may have lamented
the last days of summer,
the last days of sunlight,
the last days of open-road.
But this morning I remembered
that every new season
is a chance to be new.
So I will welcome fall with her crisp edges.
I will welcome fall with her harvest moon.
I will welcome fall with her weekly routines
and her soups for dinner
and her chance to begin again.
And maybe this season,
we will pray more.
And maybe this season
we will taste our food and thank God for it.
And maybe this season
we will meet our neighbors
and be kind to our bodies
and dance in the kitchen on a Tuesday.
Every new season is a chance to be new.
So with the warmth of summer
cupped in my hands
I turn my face towards the fall.
Welcome, old friend.
Written by Sarah A. Speed // Writing the Good
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