Here we are.
There is no other time of year that inspires me the way October does - and yet, she leaves me near speechless every time. Each October, I grow very quiet, some years even taking the month off from writing here. I won't do that this year as I am loving this Living Yoga project too much, but I do think after today I'll drop into silence, sharing photos only.
I'm reminded of the resistance Lao Tzu faced when he was asked (some say forced) to write the Tao. He felt words could never capture the essence of what he knew to be true. That in fact, once words were used, the truth would lose all meaning.
The glimpses, the details, that is where perfect truth lies - that is what really matters. Are words really necessary? Some say God is in the details, some say it is yoga, some say one connects you to the other. However you see it - a split second moment when the light hits your cast iron pan a certain way... the joy you experience when your aunt and cousins unexpectedly emerge from the woods behind your house for a Saturday afternoon visit... the peace you feel indulging in an afternoon of knitting, tea, and Hallmark movies (because they always have a happy ending)... the gratitude you feel making your husband's lunch because it's been a few weeks since you've "had time" to do that for him and it's one of the ways you show love - all of it, this is what makes up conscious living. This is what I what I want to remember.
Emily had a teacher once that told me she'd never observed another student in all her years of teaching with a greater awareness of their surroundings than Emily. Nothing goes unnoticed for my girl. When I look at how Adam and I both move through and observe the world, it isn't surprising that our daughter would share this family trait. Sometimes heightened awareness if a blessing, other times it feels like a curse. But during the month of October, I am reminded that it is mostly a blessing. Indeed, a quiet, powerful blessing.