Photo:© 2009 Joanne Delabruere for Nan O'Brien
Autumn is one of my favorite times of year. Perhaps it is because I am a September baby, or maybe it is because growing up in the northeast, I was weaned on the sights, sounds, and smells of the fall season:
I close my eyes and breathe in the scent of baked apples, and I am immediately transported to the childhood comfort of a warm dessert and cold glass of milk at the end of a long afternoon spent playing outdoors. I hear the scratch, scratch, scratching of a metal rake against the ground capturing red and gold crinkly leaves into a huge pile, and relive its most important function - in my young eyes, anyway - to serve as the landing place for my repeated joyful leaps into the air. Suddenly, it is normal to throw on a sweater or light jacket, perhaps even a pair of gloves or boots, when going outdoors. and though many people I know prefer the longer, bright days of summer, as for me, I love the feeling of nestling inside, surrounded by twilight and then darkness, as dinner is on the table.
Earlier this week I had a long walk with our dog, Princess, and took in the energy of the changing season. Ahead of me on the sidewalk I watched as a group of six young children accompanied by two young women, obviously from a daycare home, walked, skipped, and ran in circles. Their animated voices and giggles rose on the slight breeze that playfully blew leaves at their feet. As I turned to head home, an older couple strolled toward me, hand-in-hand. The gentleman had a leather jacket and Yankees cap on; the lady, a large-plaid sweater and crocheted beret, complete with a pompom. They didn't say a word, but their contented smiles said it all as we passed one another, nodding in greeting.
It was a beautiful day, walking Princess, and I could not help but be reminded that in life there is a rhythm and cycle whose cadence seems to be as carefully orchestrated as the swirling leaves that are whisked off the trees by a blustery gust of wind on an autumn day. There is beauty in every step of our lives if we would but take the time to look; to gain insight by bearing witness to the perspective of others - young and old.
So, do not lament for the loss of the warmth of summer or brace yourself for the coldness of winter during these autumn months, but enjoy the beauty, the harmony, of the transition. Autumn is like life, for it is the journey - not the destination -
That can provide the greatest joy.
Intuitively yours,
Nan O'Brien
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