In the slanting sunlight, I spied one of our bumper acorns. Plump and free of its cup, it was ready for germination and sprouting in the moist soil.
This is life in its unfolding, doing what it does in season.
So what about us? Where are we opening ourselves to this next stage of life?
Help me to love myself
in the same way that I love
and the scent of fallen leaves.
Help me to hold myself
in the same way I am held
by the autumn morning
stretching its golden arms
around my heart.
And help me to believe+ Gideon Heugh, from Rumours of Light, 2021
in this world of aching wonder,