On this official first day of autumn, I stood at the kitchen counter mixing meatballs and forming them in my hands, chopping onions and garlic, snipping herbs, adding crushed tomatoes to the sauteed seasonings, and stirring the rich sauce slowly as it began to simmer gently on the stove -- mindless tasks, which lend themselves to quiet reflection. I thought I would share some of the random thoughts which passed through my mind as my hands prepared our Sunday supper.
Children are our future -- more than anything else, they need our love, our attention, and our guidance. Material things cannot begin to take the place of a parent's consistent presence.
When the stresses and pain of life engulf you, let the rhythms of nature soothe you -- sit by the water, sniff the flowers, listen to the birds, walk along the shoreline, find peace in the gentle rustling of the tall pines --