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Walking Her Elephant

September 28, 2014September 28, 2014 by Gretchen Greer In From the Archives Leave a comment

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Rest. Can you be still with your thoughts, sit in the sun, lie in bed in the morning with your eyes closed, watch your children play, gaze out of a window, curl up by the fireside, sip a cup of tea?

Grace. Humor. Gratitude. Presence. Confidence. Growth. Intuition.

In the depths of wild autumn 🍁

Scenes from the rainy day kitchen 🕯

Weekends with long mornings, much tea, buying baskets at the market to carry wood for winter fires, old friends over for candlelit dinners, collecting books I won’t have the time to read for another decade or two, breakfast crêpes and eating an entire batch of cookies warm from the oven in the afternoon 🍪

Another harvest is at an end, the wines have been pressed and the vineyards are turning to gold. My husband’s hands are stained dark purple and my children join the birds in picking any lingering grapes. I remember dreaming of this together before we were married, and the reading of Psalm 128:3 at our wedding: “Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house: thy children like olive plants round about thy table.” And here we are today, with the fruits of our dreams more plentiful than we ever could have imagined 🍇

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