Enough

The day was humid, temperatures in the 60s. I couldn't tell if I was warm or I was cold, and when I got back to the AirBnb all I wanted was a long, hot shower. 

But there was mist on the waters, dancing spirits that appear on fall mornings. On rivers. On bays. On lakes. Rising even from deep puddles. It was a misty, clammy day. Not sure how I feel about that. Not sure it matters. I'm just noticing.

Feels apt for a day spent in Salem, Massachussettes. Witchy capital of the world in its witchiest season. I spent an hour in a shop called Enchanted, and I was captivated . Not sure if it was the baskets and bins of crystals or the rows of colorful candles and fragrant oils. Shelves of esoteric volumes and decks of oracle cards. Cases of jewelry and talismans. Votive statues and votive candles. The hag stone I held in my hand.

Sage wafted from an invisible blower and could have been a dragon's breath. Hours later I can still feel it on my tongue.

The lights were low and voices hushed. 

I went into exactly one store like this. It was enough.

Fall-ing in Love: 40 Days of Noticing is a daily writing practice that opens a landscape of discovery into my own human experience.

Katherine Cartwright has been blogging since 2012, and each year brings new wonders. She asks big questions of the small things in life. 

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