Sabbath #25

It is necessary this morning to take a deep breath. The red maple in the front yard has lost all its top leaves. The gardenia bush in the backyard has small white flowers blooming abundantly. The season of Thanksgiving,today. I need to slow down. Awake at five this morning unnecessarily, waiting for the sun to rise,waiting for the day to take hold rather than allowing it to unfold. I am quick to judge, feeling the busyness of a full day, a full week. The need for order, organization. Can I stop myself? Yesterday was the last day to catch crabs. The blue enamel steamer is full to the brim. Old bay and onions. The evening, far away. I must read a few lines by Woolf. Traveling back and forth across the bay to work, then home again In my lovely study, my books behind me. I’ve restarted my book once again. The crabs won’t be cooked until after eight tonight. Miriam has lost two of her brothers since July, both parents. Last week this time we were in California caring for our little ones. Yes,it is necessary to take a breath. Be easy with myself and others. Let the day unfold, the week unfold. Walk to the creek at sunset. Steam the crabs. Let the house be overtaken with the scent. It is the last of one season, the beginning of another.

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