I love this time of year, especially on the trail where I run. Observing seasonal changes is a big part of the enjoyment I find in living. Each year, autumn’s bright color display truly lights up my life.
Recently, I was reflecting on the bittersweet nature of autumn which I believe is much like the ever-changing nature of life; both filled with fleeting moments of beauty — painful beauty — a reminder to appreciate this temporary existence.
A path leads into the woods that I refuse to take.
No streams to follow.
No clearing of the way.
Pricked by thorns and brambles,
Snapping limbs of weakness, breaking branches over rot,
with reverence I walk over scattered, dying leaves.
There is beauty in decay.
Fairness turning, change to savor, peace abiding, death —
Autumn’s exquisite spirit in this place,
We can’t know what life will bring and can’t control what will come, but we can focus on each step in front of us, right?
With much love,