Warm Bones

Soaking up the last bit of sun before she rests for the winter. As the days grow shorter, my awareness is drawn to her. How lucky I am to bask in her warmth and absorb her energy. I didn’t realize how much I cherished the sun until the last few years. Looking back, I can remember being a kid, lying in the driveway with my eyes closed, listening, letting my mind wander. Often, I’d drift off, completely embracing the moment.

At our last house, I found myself falling back into that habit. Only this time, it’s shared with my boys, Sweet Pete and Bil. The three of us would lie on the back patio, soaking in the sun’s warmth down to our bones. As the leaves begin to fall, I can feel my grief stirring. I know I’ll miss her through the cold months and long for her warmth, but I remind myself of the importance of grounding and embracing the changing seasons. Winter is a time for rest and recovery. We must live as she does, following nature’s rhythms. I know she is loyal and will return each spring. I must be loyal to her and follow her lead.