Fall is my favorite of all the seasons, and yet it’s when I’ve
had the most loss in my life. It doesn’t make since why this holds true for me,
but neither does death. Fall holds within it all the wisdom and beauty that
comes with age. It is the very peck of life shining with all its colors and
glory, a time of celebration of a life well lived, and yet it represents the
ending time of a finished product.
All the energy held within the earth has come together to
give us it’s last show. Even our senses are in high gear as we take in the
smells, colors, taste, and feel of the cool weather setting in. There is a
sense of hope that stands in wake of winter. A knowing that after all has gone
back into the earth a time of rest, nourishment, and contemplation is needed
before it reawakens in the spring…with rebirth.
It never ceases to amaze me how everything around us teaches
us something about life. We just have to take the time to stop…and see what
it’s trying to show us.
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