Today is the first day of Autumn.
People say that spring and autumn (hence forth to be refered to as fall as I am from the Mid-West and we do not speak that formal on most occasions) are the same, but they aren’t.
When fall comes you’ve been through the bitter winter of last year, and the intense rains of the spring, and even the hot dry summer (both physically and metaphorically). By the time fall comes, the weather is cool and the wind is singing to you the songs of peace. The leaves put on a different costume and dance in your honor because you made it through the difficult times! You simply have to bask in this glory. You can’t complain about the cold winter that’s ahead because then you don’t even revel in this peace, in this beauty that is all around.
Holmes said it well. Fall shows itself in the beauty of having seen too many seasons. It is an odd beauty to come from the harshness of past experiences. It is never a beauty that is sought after, but often one that is given. Fall is my favorite because there seems to be a story that can be told. There seems to be wisdom that can be learned from. There seems to be adventure in the air.
If you can’t tell, fall is my favorite season. I usually try to journal the major seasons that I’ve been through in the past year on the first day of fall. It’s a quick reference to the hard times, bad times, sad times, glad times in my life. It is a quick reference to remember what all I’ve made it through. I hope you can find peace in where you are, despite where you’ve been, and let the leaves change costumes and dance in your honor. After all, life ( like the weather) has its seasons – and there is adventure to be found in them all.