What matters to you? A few months ago I read a book that was chock full of great quotes and thought-provoking notions. In Brian Doyle’s novel Mink River, this sentence which goes on to include a long detailed paragraph begins, “These things matter to me, Daniel, says the man with six days to live. They are sitting on the porch in the last light. These things matter to me, son.” When I read all the heartwarming things the dying man listed, it had me thinking of my own list ever since. Again, in the spirit of September, I’ll share what matters to me in this month of September.
The way eagles cruise on autumn’s thermals. Hot, steaming comfort food on a chilly day. Holding a warm mug with both hands. The golds, rusts, oranges, reds and everything in between on leaves and grasses. The musty aroma in the forest after a heavy frost. Salty sea air. The gabble of a flock of migrating Canada geese. The tender notes as well as the bubbling exuberance of a piano well played. The peal of ancient church bells. Sheets and towels fresh off a windy line. Sweaters. September’s golden hour. A smooth, clean wood floor. A dog’s velvety ear. A good novel cradled in my hands. The warm feeling of contentment after an engaging dinner party. The autumn blue of the sea. High tide. Morning air after a solid night’s sleep. People who walk tall. My son’s laugh. Photographs you can hold in your hand. Memories, of all kinds.
If you care to share, I’d love to know what matters to you during this lovely month of September.
Until next Monday may you revel in what matters most to you.