Yikes! It's October already. Where is time going? We spend so much of it rushing about and not really breathing, seeing, appreciating. A half remembered line of poetry rattled in my head as I walked the dogs through the silent mists this morning
Stop, stop and listen for the bough top Is whistling and the sun is brighter Than God's own shadow in the cup now

So stop, stop and listen. You might just hear the answers.