I am a little lost this morning as to what to talk about. Ordering your holiday turkey? Nah, although, yes, it's time, if you want a heritage breed, and after reading what I call The Turkey Chapter in Barbara Kingsolver's book, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle (which was hands down the best chapter of the book, in my opinion), you'd probably agree a heritage breed is worth exploring. Should I talk about Emory University, its new commitment to sustainability and its aggressive goals? Nah, but you can read about it here (and, by the way, both Alice Waters and the Dalai Lama are coming to Emory shortly!).
I decided to go back in my picture file and see what I captured a year ago. And there it is. This spiral wrought-iron pattern on a bistro chair on the edge of my garden, up against the fence, put there haphazardly one day because I didn't know where else to put it when I got a new round table for the patio. And then one morning, this morning last year, the morning glories were blooming and the leaves were turning and the light was just right and I caught it. It was afterwards when I learned that this spiral is a symbol for gratitude, and that it is common in nature (the shells of snails and of the Nautilus, the arrangement of sunflower seeds, spiral galaxies), a gift to remind us to stop, look, listen, be.
And so, for today, that's it. No world-issue. No local find. Just a simple, quiet reminder to myself to step back, notice and give thanks.
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