As I look out my sliding glass door out to my back porch, past my brilliant red cat who is looking out into the backyard for something to entertain his older cat mind, I see the bright red and green leaves swaying gracefully in the wind. Even in late November, we are so lucky to still have color on our trees!

There was a time when I didn't look up. Thirty years ago (Yikes! Did I just write that number?) in 1992, I working in a job I disliked. And for me, when you work in a job you dislike, it's highly stressful because I am rather a perfectionist, and if I can't do something well, I'm in a quandary. But I remember I was so stressed that I missed the entire fall. I had been looking down - whether from stress, or depression, I'm not sure - but that whole almost three months I didn't look up once. One day when I finally did look up, all the trees were bare and I had missed fall altogether!

I vowed never to do that again. Now, beginning in August, I start looking up.

Do you know until Darwin came along, the majority of the population looked upwards to the sky? We looked up for weather, where our place was in the cosmos, and of course, the stars. Now, honestly, besides always looking down at our phones, we constantly are looking down at ourselves.

I think looking up is better. And besides, that's where the angels are. And where God is.

Just some thoughts for this late fall day.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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