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šŸ‚šŸWhat is Saving my Autumn Life 2026 šŸ‚šŸ

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šŸ‚šŸ Autumn Colors

I am usually quite the pastel princess, ’tis true, but I have absolutely fallen back in love with the autumnal color palettes in my wardrobe this year! All the warm browns, reds, creams, and even their cooler greens and teals. They have brought a real spark of joy to my soul this autumn, and I am glorying in the cozier side of my clothing — long skirts, cardigans, knit stockings, boots, etc. It’s like rediscovering a whole new category of fashion/style for myself. I still feel comfy, pretty, and glorious, and the added coziness is just comfort in fabric form. It gives me the sense that I am embodying the soft hygge and gentle change of the season in my outward appearance. There can be an unlooked-for grace in change, a permission for us to shift ourselves into something a bit softer, more reflective as the whirlwind of the Holidays approaches. Wrapping myself in fall colors feels like that permission made manifest. I hope it does the same for you.

šŸ‚šŸPerfect Weather

This autumn has been our most perfect in recent memory! The weather has cooperated so lovingly, allowing us bright, cool days, just the needed rain to urge the trees into their fall colors, and breezes that tease and give us rationale for favorite warmer wear. The sky has shown off its most brilliant blues so that the trees’ colors pop even more. Fallen leaves have tumbled and gathered along sidewalks and trails in the most charming way, and everyone has been out and about to take advantage of the comfortable beauty of the season. My walks have been long and luxurious, with the gold and red canopy of the crown-shy trees arching above me. We have yet to have a bonfire with the Backyard Family (neighbors), but I am still greatly looking forward to it while this beautiful weather lasts.

Autumn has become a later-in-life love for me, and I will be loath to give her up, may that day never come.

šŸ‚šŸNew Experiences

As autumn is a season of change, I am finding it perfect for exposing myself to new experiences! In October, I attended my very first k-pop concert — Monsta X — with a dear friend and had an absolutely life-changing blast of a time! The lines were of zero concern because I was among like-hearted people! Fellow fans from all walks of life, the most welcoming and generous hearts you could imagine, were kind, friendly, enthusiastic, and absolutely loaded me down with lovingly-made concert freebies! My bag was stuffed to the brim and my heart even more so! I got to enjoy not only a great show but also the energy of a simply, splendidly stellar crowd.

This month, I am doing it all again. This past weekend, I hit the Stray Kids Run It World Tour Tokyo Concert theatre broadcast (an amazing time!). This coming weekend, I am attending an Ateez comeback release event for Golden Hour: Part 6, and then an 82 Major concert right after Thanksgiving. The people I am meeting through these events are the sorts of folks that I try to hold space for as a teacher — those who are passionate about something that the people around them may not understand. I have a heart for the strange and unusual, “for I, too, am strange and unusual”. And it is so life-giving to find kindred hearts that joy in what you joy in.

šŸ‚šŸHoodies, Sweatshirts, & Sweaters

Keeping with the cozy, I love that it is finally cool enough again to indulge in my comfy hoodies, pretty sweatshirts, and warm sweaters. I actually had a student see me in my Calcifer “May all your bacon burn!” hoodie from Howl’s Moving Castle, and they commented, “You look so cozy! I want to be cozy, too!” It was very cute and made me smile.

Having lived my youth in a tropical climate, hoodies and sweatshirts were just not a thing. Too hot, too humid for that. But now, with half of the year in cooler/cold weather, I have grown my hoodie collection exponentially, indulging in the fun, funny, and pretty as I have chosen each one. Now it is a delightful task to choose my hoodie for the day, whether the goal is to match my outfit, my mood, or show off whatever fandom strikes my fancy that day. Again, it feels as though I am embodying all the coziness of autumn–that I carry inside at all times–in my outerwear. Like I am carrying its hygge with me everywhere. And there really aren’t words for what a comfort that can be!

The Unfinished Work of Freedom

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Originally published on 7/4/21, Updated on 7/4/25

I was today years old when I realized something. As we stood in the meeting house this morning and sang “America the Beautiful”, I found myself looking at the lyrics, the music dying away on my lips as I read and thought. The latter section of each verse is, in its essence, a prayer.

v1 – O beautiful for spacious skies, 
for amber waves of grain; 
for purple mountain majesties 
above the fruited plain! 
America! America! God shed his grace on thee, 
and crown thy good with brotherhood 
from sea to shining sea. 

v2 – O beautiful for heroes proved 
in liberating strife, 
who more than self their country loved, 
and mercy more than life! 
America! America! May God thy gold refine, 
till all success be nobleness, 
and every gain divine. 

v3 – O beautiful for patriot dream 
that sees beyond the years 
thine alabaster cities gleam,
undimmed by human tears! 
America! America! God mend thine every flaw, 
confirm thy soul in self-control, 
thy liberty in law.

For all their extolling America’s virtues, these verses and the prayers embedded into them acknowledge that there is still so far to go, so much to do in the work towards that American Dream of freedom. And I find myself appreciating this honesty, whether the authoress, Katharine Lee Bates, intended it or not.

The absolute truth of our country is that freedom is still an unrealized dream. No, slavery doesn’t exist anymore in our country (not as we historically think of it) but the cultural and societal beliefs and mindsets that engendered it still survive and pervade. Freedom and independence still do not exist for all in America. The fight for equality and equity is still on-going. It is not over because not everyone is truly free and, ever more the worse, many refuse to acknowledge this truth.

“God mend thine every flaw.”

We are such a flawed nation, dear readers. We pull away the rights and access that we were taught were the very basis and foundation for our country’s creation in the first place. We deny others the security, equality, and freedoms that we have enjoyed. We shove people out instead of welcoming them in. We revel in and even proudly display our biases, our prejudices, our hatreds, and out the other corner of our mouths, we declare this “the greatest country on earth”. It is not. We have not fed the hungry, sheltered the homeless, clothed the naked. We have not welcomed the desperate stranger nor loved our neighbors as ourselves (no exceptions). We are not free. Not yet.

So, as we cook our hot dogs and terrify our pets with colorful explosions, let’s not forget, dear friends, that one of our most “patriotic” songs acknowledges the long way we have yet to go and prays for us in it.

“Till all success be nobleness.”

We are not free because not everyone is free, nor do we all have the equity or ability to live with dignity and rights. The Senate and House votes on the “Big, Beautiful Bill” have doubly assured that now. Freedom has never been and still is not yet “for all”. We are not done yet. So don’t you dare think that this is the time to sit back and rest on your laurels and admire how great America is. We aren’t there. Not yet. We are closer. But not there yet.

So. Finish up your hot dog and potato salad, make sure that your sparklers are all the way out, and get up. Let’s go. There’s still work to do, friends–for our loved ones, for our neighbors (all of them), for our country. Let’s go make it beautiful.

Image belongs to Friends Committee on National Legislation

Living Drafts

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January 16, 2019 ā€“ Hope*Writers Prompts

Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  Drafting a piece of writing can be so difficult: figuring out some way to get those ideas out of your mind and down onto paper or a screenā€¦somehow. Eventually, though, they do end up there, and then begins the task of tearing that painstaking draft apart and putting it back together again. That is what I love about drafts: the puzzling out and reconstituting of them, sometimes as something very different than what I started out with. I create something and then I blast my beloved creation apart, muck about with the pieces several dozen times, and then, eventually, end up with something that resembles a final draft. It may be a refined, elegant version of the original or it may end up looking nothing like the writing I began with, completely different proverbial eyes staring back at me from the computer screen.

Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  As a friend once reminded me, rather wisely: life is not being a great writer but a great reĀ­-writer. Writing and life are about being able to to see where we have learned, grown, and changed, edit, revise our worldview as necessary, and life our lives accordingly. So, in more way than one, we are all living drafts every single day, always being revised into something new and exciting. Perhaps someday, new eyes will stare back at our Maker than those with which we began.

Morning Whispers

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January 15, 2019 ā€“ Hope*Writers Prompts

When I wake on my own and the house is quiet, my dear ones still asleep, that is the softest, brightest feeling. There is that Christmas Morning anticipation fluttering from the sheer joy that I might be able to get up, get my coffee, and sit in the silence. Just sit and sip before the bustle of the day begins. A morning silent enough to hear the sun whisper as it rises.

Words Upon Words

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January 14, 2019 ā€“ Hope*Writers Prompts

Ā I love words. I think you have figured that out about me by now. But there is something that I deeply dislike: saying words without a point. I donā€™t like babbling, and I feel exceedingly embarrassed when I think I am babbling pointlessly. I donā€™t think that I have ever wanted to be famous for my words, but I do know–or rather, have come to realize–that I want my words to mean something. I want them to be meaningful to someone in some way for some reason, whether that reason is encouragement, an inspiration to be and/or make the world around them better, to see others in a dearer light, or to extend that dear light to themselves. All I know that I am desperate for my words to mean Something.

Josephine March is my favorite novel character, and, inLittleĀ Women, Jo longed for a life beyond her beloved Orchard House, a life that was astonishing. I am not reaching for astonishing, honestly. I am not entirely sure I could handle astonishing. I am not reaching for the book deals, the speaking engagements, etc., though I dearly do love rejoicing in and with those who have flown to those amazing, inspiring heights. I just have this craving, deep down in the belly of my soul, for what I write and say to have meaning, to fall on hearts and minds and sink in somehow for the better.

The Work of Christmas is for Me, Too.

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As this new year begins, this is me. Full disclosure: total bathroom selfie. No glasses, no makeup, hair undone, no filters. Just me.

As 2019 begins, I am considering the work of Christmas, that work that began on Christmas Day and continues on from there. The work of love. One of the things that I am going to be working on is loving myself. I know very well what I have been struggling with, one of the chief things being building more rest into my everyday life. Not just waiting for spring, summer, or Christmas breaks to actually try to rest in that admittedly limited space but acknowledging my need for it as I go along throughout my normal days and weeks.

The work of Christmas needs to begin with me, as much as it needs to involve others. As a dear friend reminded me, I need to love myself and give myself as much grace and permission as I give others.

So here I am, just me, and I am going to work on loving myself better.

Nudging the Door Open (NYE 2018)

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As today dawned, I realized that I had nothing prepared to post. No reflection, no little story indicative of where my heart and mind are right now. Nothing was prepared. Even now, sitting in my daughter’s darkened room while she falls asleep, writing by the light from the hallway, I am tempted to feel like I failed by being too busy or full-minded to give this year much thought. But, then again, it has been a busy, full-minded year. I spent a good portion of this year feeling and being not altogether myself. Stress took a heavy toll in the first half of 2018, as did change the resulting different routines and schedules. I finally made a significant health change earlier this fall that seems to have helped immensely with some of my balance and peace of mind, along with some emotional and mental work and growth. It’s been heavy lifting and it’s not over yet, but I feel that I am better for it.

2018 was a year full of change, both for myself and for dear ones close to me, and also a year of some beautiful, joyful moments.Ā  I was gifted with the most amazing birthday in years by my loving husband and dear friends (I’m still chuffed from that, too). I also had the opportunity to throw off adulthood and run away to Disney and Harry Potter World for a Dapper Day weekend with a girlfriend. It was utterly splendid!

As this New Year’s Eve wanes, I hear the wind howling outside the windows of my house, and I find myself hoping that it will sweep away the figurative dark and dank and cold, the literal scary and disappointing and painful of this year, sweeping the doorstep clear for the new one.

So I will unlock the door and nudge it open to let the cool, end-of-year air sweep through to see 2018 out and usher 2019 in. It may stand there on the doorstep, blinking in the light, confused and maybe a little scared, just as we are. For a long moment, we may stand there staring at it and it at us. I hope we will take a deep breath and step forward to meet the new year with kindness, courage, determination, and truth.

So happy New Year, dear ones. May your year and selves be blessed.

Sneaky Houses

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On the way to my girl’s preschool, just across from the golf course, there is a row of houses. These houses are all set back from the road a bit, their driveways curving down into little valleys with the buildings nestled behind and in the deep cool green of ancient trees. My husband calls them “sneaky houses”.

I love sneaky houses. I love how they nestle there behind the treeline, screened, protected, and partially hidden. YouĀ can see them but only if you’re looking. If you’re not paying attention, you’d drive right by them. They hide there in plain sight, their beauty just barely peeking out. You have to look for them to find them. I also love that they are like people, particularly the people who have become the dearest and most special to me. Just like those sneaky houses, if we can look past what barriers people have been erected, the protections that have been hewn out, sink into the deepness of them, we may just find them even cozier and more welcoming than we originally thought.

Yes, I really do love sneaky houses.

What a T-shirt Reminded Me About Love

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Today was the first day of my Spring Break, and I spent the day (and an empty house) running errands and sprucing up the place for Spring/Motherly visit/Easter weekend. As I knew that I had errands to run after dropping my daughter off at preschool, I simply pulled on jeans, flats, and a favorite t-shirt before shrugging on my coat (yes, it’s still ridiculously cold for spring). A clearance buy from UnlockHope.com, this shirt was a soft red with ā€œLove is a Verbā€ lettered on the front in white stylized artistry. Yes, it is definitely a favorite: comfy and truthful.

A lesson I have taken to heart over the past ten years is the exact one this shirt expounds. Love is many things. It is not only a feeling, an emotion. Love is a choice. Love is an action. Love is doing for others, not just saying the three little words. As I moved throughout my day, I found myself contemplating the words on my shirt: ā€œLove is a verb.ā€ I started to look at my dayā€™s activities in the light of this sentence. And I realized just how true it is.

I realized that I was loving my dear ones by taking care of getting the taxes done (almost always a depressing endeavor). Weā€™ve had the same wonderful professional taking care of our taxes since the first year of our marriage because I fully and openly acknowledge that tax codes and laws are something I am complete and utter rubbish at. Utilizing someone elseā€™s skills and expertise helps my family in the best way while also keeping us as safe from mistakes as possible.

I was loving as I washed dishes, cleaned the stove, and tidied the kitchen table, creating space ready for cooking and eating and ease of finding things.

I was loving as I filed away my daughterā€™s preschool worksheets and projects, saving evidence of her progress and growth for her grandmother to see, as well as the future.

I was loving as I filled the washing machine and folded the already-dried towels, ensuring that my dear ones have clean clothes to wear tomorrow and days after.

I was loving as I sorted through toys and tidied my girlā€™s table where she creates her art and plays with her Legos.

As I worked and cleaned, listening to my audiobook and pausing for quick text chats with friends (and even now as I sit tired and achy from the energy spent), I found myself sighing contently at the productivity and smiling at the connection my heart was making with my hands. Sometimes I forget that the everyday tasks I perform and the things that I do are love. Love personified. Love acted out. Because itā€™s true, dear ones.

Love is more than just a feeling.

Love is a choice.

Love is action, whether that action is holding space, tidying a sink full of dishes, hugging someone close and letting them cry, or listening closely without saying a word.

Love is indeed a verb.

Stepping into the New Year

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Today was our teacher work day ahead of the start of the spring semester. Honestly, last night, day one hadnā€™t even begun yet and I was already ready to quit. Just thinking about it made me tired, exhausted. So, today, I gave myself some very pointed instructions: take care of what absolutely must be done for Monday and Tuesday to flow as smoothly as you can manage. The rest can wait until later in the week. And I stuck to those self-imposed limitations for the most part. I stuck to it rather well, actually.

Iā€™m not good that: sticking to limitations. I end up having arguments with myself that go rather like this.

Only go this far.

Butā€”thereā€™s so much to be done! Just a little more.

No, youā€™re going to get overwhelmed and freak out.

Iā€™ll be…

Youā€™re freaking out, arenā€™t you?

Yeah.

I am not good at sticking to limitations. I am not good at just taking one step. I feel the need to take several more, just to make sure. Just to make absolutely sure that everything that needs to be done is done, every possible preparation is made, every security I can manage put into place to assure that things go as closely to how they need to go (read: how I want them to go) as possible.

This year, the odds are good that there may come quite a few situations that I will feel overwhelmed by and thus be tempted to take extra steps to try control said situations. My challenge and journey this year will be in taking just the next step. Not running ahead, not taking a few extra steps ā€œjust in caseā€, but in taking just the next step that I feel God has led me to take. And then wait.

When I was a child, I attended a private church-school and, every morning, we said the pledge to the Bible.Ā I pledge allegiance to the Bible: Godā€™s Holy Word. I will make it a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path.

“A lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path.” If you know anything about lamps, then you know that their circle of light doesnā€™t go very far. It will light your feet for the next step but only the next step. One step at a time.

This year, I want to lean into taking just that next step. Just the next step that I feel led to take. Faith, patience, courage, trustā€¦all of these things lead into this action. I want to be better at it, at them. That is my goal for this year, that is my lesson, my learning: to take just the next step. The very next step. Thatā€™s all.

 

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