“I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.” ― Henry David Thoreau
I love October, when all the tumbling, used-up leaves, red and gold, skitter over the road, and the lawn; blowing over the fields full of young people kicking a soccer balls into what seems an absurdly large net.
I love October, and the chill that begins to gather outside my window at night as I pull out my sweaters and find the spare blankets
I love October, with its candle lit jack ‘o lanterns and tiny treat-or-treaters too.
I love October, when all the UUs are finally back in church (I couldn’t resist).
I love the dreams of October: as unexpected as a divided Germany re-uniting overnight, as unimaginable as the Reformation of religion, as transformative as a United Nations, as rich and original as the music of Giuseppe Verdi and Thelonious Monk
I love October, because I also think of the ancestors, and my ancestors, and the cycles of existence: at once alive and in motion, then dead, and then, in another season, springing up green.
I love October, because it is autumn and now I am autumn too.
Yours in Faith & Fellowship,