Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit

It has been a long time since I've blogged. I found myself explaining to a friend yesterday how my body, my mind, they're going through the changes. It's fall now and I'm finding myself lingering in the bookstore, searching for something between the pages of literary, news, backcountry, and science magazines. I found myself sorting through my art supplies, pitching a jar of rank gesso. I had no idea it could go bad from all its stillness. I find myself here, on my blog. I found my gait slowing on the trail. The leaves are falling, covering the roots and slippery stones. It's time to be more careful, is what my body and mind are saying. Careful, meaning deliberate. Careful, meaning appreciative. That's what this season dips into me and maybe into you. We embrace the slow-cooker lifestyle of creating warmth, savoring, and lingering. I hope some delicious things come of it; however, I'm still going to embrace the cold, dark trail laced in ice. I'll always embrace discomfort. I won't go rank from stillness.