POST19/2026 GOSHEN IN . . . Some morsels are literal, like chocolate, sliver of cheese, cookie crumb, bite of cake. Little bites. Some morsels are figurative, like gossip, news, crescendo in a concert, flash of insight. Tidbits. Let the chocolate melt in your mouth. Hum the tune spinning through your mind. Say out loud the name that comes unbidden. Savor each morsel.

Fall abounds with harvest imagery: Gathering in. Storing up. Preserving. Bringing all of summer’s morsels into storehouses. Figuratively, we gather what’s on our hearts and minds, our doings and beings, and our chronological years into a summation of its own. Each day supplies morsels sufficient to that day, even if some are sparce or halt. The fullness amassed is like a shout of gratitude for the day and for the eventual threshold of life’s entirety.

I offer five morsels of the season via photographs and quotes.

The choir of Shalom Community Church (Ann Arbor, Michigan) sang Deep River at the Celebration of Life for Shirley Joan Hochstedler Powell on October 31. In a short poem Shirley gives full measure to life flowing on: “SHOUT–for you are at the threshold of a new thing.” Our deep condolences to John and extended family.

Shout on.

–John