Usually I crave these coming months with great anticipation - wishing away the days of August. Yet today I'm finding myself quiet pleasantly surprised by fall's arrival. I could say it's because the summer seemed to fly by so quickly. But I think it's because for the first time in a very, very long time I've been perfectly happy to live in the here and now. To be fully present in every moment and to cherish what it brings.
There has been an incredible peace and contentment that's come with this present-living. A peace and contentment I'm not ready to give up yet. So now that my favorite season is here, I plan to embrace it fully. To pull out all the decorations. To cook all the recipes. To burn the Harvest candle until it can't be burned any longer; then to get another one and keep on going. To breathe deeply the crisp, clean air (which is actually muggy and rainy today, but whatever) and to admire the Father's lovely creation. To live fully in each moment when it comes, just as I did the last.
Anyway...the is the fourth fall during which I've been blogging. And in what has become a bit of an annual ritual, I'm choosing to welcome this day with words I've dearly loved since I was young. A poem from a little Thanksgiving magazine my mom would pull out with the turning of the leaves, one that has always marked the coming of this favorite season of mine. So here it is:
Come, walk with me along the way
Where lanes are Autumn dressed.
Come drink in all the colors fair
And let your heart be blessed.
Come, see the flaming sumac plumes
Life banners to the sky
As golden rods and asters nod to
Us as we pass by.
Come, walk with me when leaves turn gold
And hills wear crimson hue
Where pumpkins grow in amber fields
'Neath sky of matchless blue.
Come, walk with me this misty morn;
There's splendor to behold.
Along the country lanes we'll see
God's miracles unfold.
--Beverly J. Anderson--
Where lanes are Autumn dressed.
Come drink in all the colors fair
And let your heart be blessed.
Come, see the flaming sumac plumes
Life banners to the sky
As golden rods and asters nod to
Us as we pass by.
Come, walk with me when leaves turn gold
And hills wear crimson hue
Where pumpkins grow in amber fields
'Neath sky of matchless blue.
Come, walk with me this misty morn;
There's splendor to behold.
Along the country lanes we'll see
God's miracles unfold.
--Beverly J. Anderson--
Happy Autumn, my friends. I hope this is a season of present-living that brings peace and contentment far beyond what you can imagine.
1 comments:
Happy Autumn to you too!
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