Spiritual Ruminations: ode to September…

I’m a sucker for sumac

As it blushes shyly

In its early September clothing


Woven in greenery

Fighting for a last gasp of summer

Like the children hefting gargantuan yet fresh backpacks

And crisp uniforms, yet unstained

Awkwardly ascending the bus steps

For the first time

Or maybe,

For interminable years.


The red leaves bleed forth

Like my aching heart

For the sick and suffering

As it also


For the glorious crimson of sumac

In September.


I love how the soundtrack of summer

Gives way to

The voice of cicadas

Through the waft of dill

Through the flickering sunlight at new angles

And the ruby sumac

Amid it all

Calling my attention

And thrusting me back

To my youth.


Oh, my sweet September sumac…


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I am a fabric artist and a professional minister in the Catholic Church. I am married for 40+ years to a most fabulous man. We have 4 adult children, 2 daughter-in-laws ( who we also consider to our children!) and 4 grandbabies. I love to weave, paint silk, sew and design garments for myself; bead, read, write and color. I am also a spiritual Companion/Director and have a special place in my soul for women who are healing and in need of healing from trauma and abuse. I love coffee, quiet reflective prayer time at my kitchen table and long walks to breathe in the Holy Spirit. I would like to learn how to spin yarn and will someday create a spun, hand dyed/painted, beaded, woven fabulous garment of peace!

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