my love for autumn…
driving to see a hospice patient today, I am suddenly struck
by the slant of sunlight across some still-yellow maple leaves. “euphoria” is
not too strong a word for the feeling that arises in my gut.
while writing to a client-friend, I notice that a soft rain
pelts the window - behind which is a blurred image of a dainty, ballerina-esque
orange and green-leafed tree. I notice that I am smiling.
walking through the kitchen, I hear behind the closed front
door the bamboo chimes tinkling in the wind; I sway ever so slightly with
delight.
drying off my beloved dog after her potty break
outside, I catch the mingling scents of fall:
wind, cedar, wood smoke, wet grass, mud, decaying leaves; I hug her
closely, whisper love messages in her furry old ear, thank her for wearing
autumn.
in a daily email of nature images, I see the epic black and
white photo of Roosevelt and Muir in Yosemite in autumn. I enlarge the image,
stare closely in, feel gratitude for their inspired service, and wonder how I
can be so moved by an old image I’ve seen dozens of times.
fanning the smoke of the burning frankincense stick toward
my nose in the blackness before dawn, I feel the whisper of a leaf that I
watched float high through the air over my neighbor’s roof the other day; I
feel peace.
…and I’m not sure I
will ever be able to “explain” the inexplicable, delicious, recurring,
miraculous gift of nature’s seasons. for it is not, after all, a “head” thing
anyway; it is a “love, faith, inspiration” thing.
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