When the Best Place to Be Is Right Where You Are
We call it God’s green earth, but sometimes it’s anything but that.
The fall color palette, a mixing of reds and oranges and golds, my favorite bold warms, make you want to grow and thrive…and warm yourself by the fire for a while.
Which is exactly what I’ve done. For a good long while.
Born in the sweet sloping hills of Pennsylvania and lovestruck in my youth by the Chicago skyline, I never thought I’d stake my life here in the mitten. But slowly and surely, Michigan wins me over with each new season.
This time of year is visually striking.
Nature literally falling right down on top of you, accessorizing your lawn with its humble decor.
The intense autumn sun setting over flames of leaves.
It pulls you out of your house, out of yourself and out of your self-absorption and inner drivel into a much larger and grander story.
A love story so intense it seems to be about you.
But one that is as far-reaching as nature itself.
Inviting you into more…far more.
Sometimes, I find, the best route to gratitude is your own backyard.
Standing on the patch of grass you live on.
Surrounded by the people who share your bit of geography.
In awe of the Being who crafted this setting.
Certain of His deep love of people.
Sometimes your prayers lead back to home.
And you realize what contentment is.
It’s when the best place to be is right where you are.
For you out-of-state readers who catch wind of the Pure Michigan movement, but have yet to travel to Michigan (hint, hint), I asked my Facebook friends to submit their best Michigan photos in all their fall glory. Go here to be smitten with the mitten. :)