A time for everything.

Daily I drive the winding tree lined roads to work. There is so much beauty this time of year that it is all I can do to take it in. I watch amber leaves spin and swirl their way to the ground and I imagine that each one carries a secret message of love from God to me. In the mornings I take the back roads to my grandmas house. As I reach the top of one hill I slow the car to a crawl and watch as the dew settles slowly in the cracks and crevices of this piece of earth I call home. As I drive home in the evening the sun golden and warm glitters through the trees. I feel lucky to be alive and to be here in this time and this place. I read a poem recently by Lisel Mueller titled "Alive Together". The opening line is " Speaking of marvels, I am alive together with you, when I might have been alive with anyone under the sun,". Lisel goes on to recount a list of "others" that her life could have been and ends with this

"alive together with marvels and follies
and longings and lies and wishes
and error and humor and mercy
and journeys and voices and faces
and colors and summers and mornings
and knowledge and tears and chance."

For me, in this moment, it is enough to be alive together with you.