This morning, as I sit on the porch with my sweet pups by my side, I find myself surrounded by the beauty of late November. The painted leaves of fall are bathed in sunlight, and there’s a crisp stillness in the air. It’s a moment of calm after what feels like weeks of pain and mental anguish. Reflecting on this period, I recognize the heavy toll it has taken on me—both physically and emotionally. My back injury has left me in constant discomfort, and the chaotic behaviors of a recent hypermanic phase have weighed heavily on my heart. It’s difficult to reconcile my actions during those moments, and even harder to extend myself the grace I know I need.
And yet, amidst it all, gratitude persists. Nathan, my steadfast partner, has been a source of light in the darkness. Over these past weeks, he has supported me with unwavering love and patience, taking care of the house and ensuring I could rest and recover. His quiet diligence and thoughtfulness have reminded me of the depth of his kindness, and for that, I am profoundly thankful.
I’m also grateful for the beauty and rhythm of nature, which always seems to offer a balm for the soul. This season of pruning and letting go feels especially meaningful right now, a reminder that even in moments of struggle, there is preparation for renewal. Through my Episcopalian faith, I’ve found solace and connection to these cycles of nature—a grounding in the sacred rhythms of life. As I move forward, I choose to hold onto the hope and gratitude that have emerged from these challenging weeks. There is so much to let go of, but also so much to look forward to.
Walk in love, as Christ loved us and gave himself for us, an offering and sacrifice to God. —The Book of Common Prayer, p. 376
💜Marita🌸
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