Tag: fall

The Sweet Unhastened.

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I drove for several hours through the mountains recently. The trees were beginning to shift their colors, transitioning to a gold and fiery red.

There’s a comfort we find within these seasonal changes; a momentary release of worldly stresses – a reminder to begin anew.

The world reveals itself through such gentle change; the lifting of light through the ample oaks, the sweet smell of ripened earth. As if a catalyst to our own metamorphosis. “Come join me,” Nature begs.

“Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!”

Such depth of joy in her declarations; a passing wind forcing the last of the summer rain.

“And those who listened nor moved nor wondered, but heard, all bewitched…the sweet unhastened.”

In peace, my sweet friends…

Namaste ❤️

Note: Poetry by Humbert Wolfe

Faith Upon a Fallen Leaf.

I wish I could remember who it was who once said, the key to happiness is a bad memory.

A little tongue in cheek, certainly – though, there is some truth behind these words.

Meaning, our lives are often impeded through clinging — holding on to that which stings. And, causes faith to crumble – like a leaf succumbing to Winter’s heir. Made friable through these circumstances of change.

But as the falls, it expresses its unity – and ‘oneness’ with this tempo of Earth.

It does not blame the tree for this destination of ‘ground’. Rather, it begs to join this circle of life — sustenance for the roots below.

And neither does it blame the shifting Sun, which once rose gold within its veins.

There’s a lesson to be learned here, my friends: do we allow the transition or force complaint? Do we find our faith in fallen leaf?

And, knowing that this change itself represents the best of what might be.

In peace, my loves…

Namaste ❤️

Through Fall’s Open Road.

I watched the leaves shift in the morning breeze.

At the highest bough, they lingered — eager to tell this manifestation of change. Within which, a burnished red with coppered hue, and a gold – quite simply, heaven sent. All telling of these riches to be shared.

At no other time, does the earth provide itself so freely; a gentle yielding to open soul.

I walk in solitude, yet never alone; this path ahead forged through knowing.

That we are, at once, all of the same — energy and motion of the Divine’s loving grace.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️

A Reminder of Much Simpler Days.

“Like all magnificent things, it’s very simple.” ― Natalie Babbit

My darlings, do you remember the excitement in collecting fall leaves?

As a child, I couldn’t wait for Autumn—as it meant our elementary school class would take a trip to the local Nature Preserve. We’d wander for hours through those forest trails—taking pencil etchings from the bark of Maple trees, unwavering in our quest for ‘just the right leaf.’

Sassafras was always my favorite—with mittened hands, ready for winter, it was her sweet smell that drew me in.

My teacher knew the best technique for preserving leaves—pressed between two sheets of waxed paper, with the heat of the iron causing the colors to burst.

Come to think of it, I may still have a few of these fall masterpieces…set aside for posterity, a reminder of much simpler days.

My darlings, there’s such greatness in simplicity; when a mountain stream can carry a symphony, and these woods…keep us company for hours.

 

The Memories in the Leaves.

There’s no greater testimony to the spirit of this Universe, than the sounds of little ones—enchanted with the delight of bursting through the newly fallen leaves.

And, my goodness, how wonderful—to have witnessed it from my very own window.

“Ready?!” he shouted. Looking off to the side, I could see the youngest child waiting patiently in his wagon. As the older boys – one push, one pulling – caused a ‘red flyer’ explosion of these castings.

“Again, again!!” the little squealed.

Oh, but my dearest darlings – isn’t there always a ‘waiting space’? Time in which our ‘leaf piles’ must be constructed, once more.

Perhaps, to share that the greatest joy is in the anticipation?

“To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves…”

Indeed, for within each glorious pile, we see—our most cherished childhood memories imprinted upon each leaf.