Seasonal Living is Sensual Living

Each of the seasons arrive with armfuls of their own distinct pleasures.

The smell of cinnamon on a latte, creamy milk foam kissing the tip of your nose not far behind.

Leaves taking their first and final joyride through the wind, on a journey to both ending and becoming, again and again.

Moonlight shimmering through bare branches adorned with ice.

An ongoing rhythm of release, rest, remember, rise.

Clocks and calendars are just one way of measuring time.

While our minds may ever-revolve around the faux sun of the screens held in our hands, our bodies remember the beat of the goddess’s walking stick as she walks the wheel of the year.

Guiding you to the place of both knowing, and not knowing.

Both eternity, and right now.

Breathing, feeling, sensing, living.

So brew the chai.
Get out the craft bin.
Assemble the centerpiece.
Step out into the cold wind.

It matters.