|My new pumpkin muffin recipe- with streusel topping.|
This isn't a Thanksgiving post, exactly. Though Thanksgiving is just a stone's throw away- if you could somehow conjure a metaphorical stone to metaphorically hurl into the time-space continuum, piercing the veil of forty-eight hours that blows by in a singular exhale, surely faster than light. And this exhale, it was only following a previous breath- a breath I took yesterday- which turns out to be one year ago. A year since that Pumpkin Praline Pie I baked. I have a hard time wrapping my brain around this.
This is more a post about time.
Some days I feel as if I am slave to the calendar, an unwitting cog in the wheel of the year with Sundays and holidays appointed by proxy, designated by some superior force that rules my random wandering nature with an unforgiving fist, demanding obedience. Charting the course of my life.
Then I remember the truth.