Ten thousand leaves flutter in the breeze on the big maple tree out my window. Suddenly, the sun bursts forth, lighting them all aflame, changing my visual palette from a dull brownish yellow to a brilliant gold against a checkered blue and white sky. The raindrops on my head from ten minutes ago are still …
As with any season, autumn is merely a way station on a never ending circle of wholeness. But this circle is in danger of being broken by the forces of greed which see no use for Mother Nature’s mystical perfection.
Sometimes we just need a little time – either alone or with a trusted friend – to sort out our feelings, to remember what it is like to touch the earth and be touched by it, with wonder and amazement. Have you ever noticed how bees carry their nectar on their hind legs? How rhythmically they move from one flower to the next. That’s what I am talking about.