Tag Archive | autumn

let it be.

In the Northeast, summer blooms mingle with the faded colors of late summer.

Already, roadside maple trees are speckled with red and gold.

The morning dew is heavy. The air is chilled.

I love the beginning of new seasons.

Recently, I was driving through the small college town nearby and felt such a sense of love for my community. Where did that come from, I thought. It was a long-ago familiar feeling that is rare these days.

That’s what happens to you when your child dies.

Seasons just come and go without our help. Everything has a time and purpose. Many of life’s situations are not in our control.

So, we just let it be.

Take one day at a time. Hard to do in the world we live in today where we have access to everything in real time.

But that doesn’t change how the universe works.

Summer will end when it is supposed to.

Autumn will begin with all of its freshness, with a wash of vibrant colors brushed upon withering blossoms.

Let it be. 

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all is well.

The Northeast is vibrant with copper, gold, and scarlet sun-soaked colors glistening against a sapphire sky.

On the horizon, winter is the next act to follow. But let it suffice for now that God will leave us with a prelude of splendor before the bitter cold sets in.

While walking this morning on a country road, I soaked in the restful scenery.  Falling leaves whispered as they floated to the ground. Is it sorrowful? These dying leaves? No. They play their part of creating rich soil for the trees they fell from.

A cricket chirps its gladness in the warm sun. A woodpecker chips away for his meal. The crunch of branches told me a deer was keeping a safe distance. And then a chipmunk stops and looks at me since I interrupted his busy schedule of winter preparation.

leaf

The earth is a symphony if you are listening. It is a story that unfolds if you’re looking.

Are you at peace? Why not? The earth is.

Even with all the atrocities, heartache, and pain, there is beauty and rest to be found. And when you find it, it becomes part of you until you find that peace within yourself, even when you cannot see clearly.

The dying leaves are not complaining.

The insects and birds and animals are content.

God provides for them.

And God provides for us, too.

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Trust.

Nature does.

All is well.

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Photo credits:

join the dots / Foter / CC BY

howzey / Foter / CC BY-NC-ND

alive.

The morning was cloudy with light, misty rain.                                

Normally, who would want to be outside?

Yet, the golds and reds of autumn painted against a gray sky created a kind of peaceful seclusion, isolating me from the rest of the world.

I love the feel of the rich, damp earth.

Orange, purple, and yellow tulip bulbs were carefully pressed down into the cool ground.

I leaned against the tree, thinking where I would plant an azalea. I looked around at the drooping vines, lifeless hostas, and scattered leaves on the chilled ground.

Then a thought came to me.

We feel happiness.

Why should we not feel pain?

If we feel pain, we are alive.

And being alive is wonderful.

Because on a dismal day you can plant a tulip bulb.

It will lay lifeless and dormant below the cold earth.

But it’s really alive. It’s just waiting for its moment.

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alive.

The morning was cloudy with light, misty rain.                                

Normally, who would want to be outside?

Yet, the golds and reds of autumn painted against a gray sky created a kind of peaceful seclusion, isolating me from the rest of the world.

I love the feel of the rich, damp earth.

Orange, purple, and yellow tulip bulbs were carefully pressed down into the cool ground.

I leaned against the tree, thinking where I would plant an azalea. I looked around at the drooping vines, lifeless hostas, and scattered leaves on the chilled ground.

Then a thought came to me.

We feel happiness.

Why should we not feel pain?

If we feel pain, we are alive.

And being alive is wonderful.

Because on a dismal day you can plant a tulip bulb.

It will lay lifeless and dormant below the cold earth.

But it’s really alive. It’s just waiting for its moment.