Sora Garrett

Tamaracks & golden trees,
The fire-like glory of autumn leaves.

Purple grapes, apples red & gold,
pumpkin patches, sunflowers so bold…

Misty morning skies turning brilliant blue.
Rainbows reflecting such glorious hues.

A perfect rose, captured
in one simple moment of awe.

You may see the beauty of a rose.

What I remember is this: my growing-up grandson, strolling through the rose garden, his legs now longer than mine. His sweet smile, given & received. Joy that lingers. Love that blooms.

One simple moment, exquisite
as a perfect yellow rose.

It may not make sense to talk about stillness and flow in the same breath, since flow means to move along in a steady stream, and stillness means to abstain from motion.
…
Is it even possible to move at a constant pace, or to stay perfectly still? Likely not, if you’re alive.

Perhaps it’s my Scandinavian roots, or that my body has required extra care this year after meeting a hard patch of ice while gliding down the slopes of our local ski hill. Or it could be that the world seems to need extra comfort and joy after one of the most difficult years most of us can remember having…ever.

Whatever the reason, hygge is still on my mind

A New Year is here, a New Dawn is blooming, and it feels like I should be writing something profound and significant. But after so many inspiring words given during the powerful inaugural speeches, what I really want to ask you is this:

Are you making time to hygge your life?

This year has taken its toll on even the most positive minds. Whether or not we’ve been directly touched by COVID or politics or natural disasters or global warming, we are each impacted by the waves of loss, the tides of sorrow, the ripples of change.

How many ways can I be grateful? Plenty. Even during a month and year that will go down in history as one of the most difficult & divisive for our nation and world.

As we move into the final weeks before an election that has no possibility of uniting a divided nation, where in the world do we turn?

How did we even get here, this place where fear and anger are clogging the media, where good people are beginning to give up on living in a nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all?

I’m writing this on a day that serves as a reminder that life can be fleeting and what-matters can shift in a moment.

Not that we need the reminder this year, when the whole world is getting a wake up call to tune into the essential. Still, some things bear repeating.

It takes intention & persistence to focus on the beautiful and the good, and to grow a simple life in a world that seems to be only getting more complex. It isn’t simple to stay simple,