Pumpkins are appearing on front steps. Pretty orange pumpkins, multi-colored gourds, and some strange-looking pumpkins too--white or warty.
I find the warty pumpkins rather fascinating. Perhaps because my aging skin has mysterious warts on my feet, my legs, my arms, my torso.
Every time i feel the rough spot of the wart, i use it as a meditation object. Skin--not beautiful.
Of course, i want my skin to be smooth and blemish free, but my body is oxidizing from the inside out. I can see the oxidation in brown spots, red spots, barnacles, and warts.
My skin is not beautiful. But the mind that is at peace with un-beautiful skin is a beautiful mind.
Those warty pumpkins are weirdly beautiful, in their own way.