the nature of hearts

by | Oct 8, 2023

Autumn was always my Gram’s favorite season, and Ma’s, too; and mine. In the years I lived away from Oregon, Ma and Gram would send envelopes filled with autumn leaves to share with my students; tangible reminders of home. Ironically, or not, those beloved women each took their leave of this place in the month of October, just one year and one week apart. That made autumn difficult for me, for a few years, but now it makes some sense to me that the ones who most modeled ways of living close to nature died during the season of letting go. I’m noticing the kinship of gratitude and grief as I feel them close this morning here, among the nature of hearts.