sunday service 9.3.17

Good morning, September.

There’s a time to every purpose under heaven and it’s time for you, cool dry breeze through my bedroom window.

It’s a time of transition, the in-between time, the station break between hit shows. It’s time to make warm veggie frittatas instead of icy breakfast shakes, time for a dash of cinnamon in my morning coffee.

It’s time for longer, slower walks through the neighborhood to burn the leafy green scenery, the yards sprinkled with flowers, into memory. Because it’s almost time for the seeds of autumn to split, time for all living creatures to start gathering nuts, fluffing up the nest.

It’s time to rummage the bins of pullovers and cardigans, the collection of leggings and cowls. Time to find footwear to cover toes and ankles. Time for socks? Soon.

It’s time for humans to craze over pumpkin spice and football and crockpots. Time to go pick apples in the orchard. Time to preserve berries and peaches, remember how to roast butternut.Yes, good morning, September. Come on in, old friend. I've missed you just a little. 

YOUR TURN

Sunday Service is a recurring community feature and you are invited to join the party!

Regardless of faith, prayer is a beautiful thing. It can be grateful, it can be joyful, it can be a question, it can be a song. This is a place where your writing can be your prayer, an open door for higher wisdom to 'runneth over.'

Use the post to the right as an invitation to write your own Sunday Service or capture an image that elicits a stirring in your soul. Keep it short, make it washed in your truth. Write it for you, not for us.

But then share it with us. Trust us. Your words are important to us.

Post your writing or a link to your writing/photo in the comments below.

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