Autumnal Bliss

The seasonal miracle transformation has begun. As I sit in my upstairs office, with windows overlooking the valley and mountains below, my field of vision is full of oranges, yellows, reds and greens. My breath quickens as the trees reveal their beauty and I walk through my house of windows in constant gratitude for the colors filling my home…my soul.

Along with joy bubbling up within me from the outrageous hues bathing my little corner of the world, there is also sadness. I know this is a prelude to the death of millions of leaves that have whispered and sung to me through the spring and summer. Now, their voices turn raspy as they dry out and rustle against each other, preparing to say goodbye.

Yet their passing is part of the cycle of life, seasons giving birth to seasons. So rather than allow grief to depress me, I let it sharpen my celebration of life, of love and all things of beauty, that in their own time move from one state of being to another.

Nature is a constant reminder of the impermanence of ‘things.’ What do I value most in my life? Qualities of being that are beyond the physical but are reflected by it, through nature.