This morning I baked an apple cake from this season's first crop to ease my over-zealous mind. The repetitive task of peeling and dicing guided me to a calmer and more centered place. The apples were tart but sweetened and softened during baking making for a comforting scent in the house and melting crumb with a hint of spice. It got me thinking of how sometimes sharpness and bitterness can fade and sweeten over time...I am holding that thought close as I stumble through the changes, so very bittersweet and wonderful that this season brings. 

All the comings and goings, moving forwards and sidestepping will fade over time, too. I wait for the sweetness and sigh to arrive...they'll find their way on the winds of autumn, I just know it.

sending peace.