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Walktober begins today

Sumac putting on her autumn colors.

Let’s take a walk. You can show me some of your memories and I’ll show you some of mine.

~ Adam Berlin, Number of Missing

Who can open the door who does not reach for the latch?
Who can travel the miles who does not put one foot
in front of the other, all attentive to what presents itself
continually?
Who will behold the inner chamber who has not observed
with admiration, even with rapture, the outer stone?

Well, there is time left —
fields everywhere invite you into them.

And who will care, who will chide you if you wander away
from wherever you are, to look for your soul?

~ Mary Oliver, excerpted from Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches?, West Wind: Poems and Prose Poems

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September

September leaves
September light

Ah, September!  You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul… but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.

~ Peggy Toney Horton

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Morning in the scrounger’s garden

This is one of the many reasons I am not getting my chores done lately.
This is one of the many reasons I am not getting my chores done lately.

… Isn’t it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about?  It just makes me feel glad to be alive — it’s such an interesting world.  It wouldn’t be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it?  There’d be no scope for imagination then, would there?

~ L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

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