Going from my car to my house, I noted a strange perfume wafting through the air and was surprised when I realized I was smelling smoke from my neighbor's chimney.

November blessing:
wood smoke rising like incense
in the chilly dark.

Being warm and safe is the most basic of comforts. When our basic needs are met and have the added bonus of being pleasurable, so much greater is the blessing.

(Sorry for tonight's short entry; I'm off to what will probably be a long work-related dinner event. Satisfying some more of life's needs. Food, yes. And also, the society of others.)