Autumn Reflections

The world goes around and even though it seems more slowly in 2020, I still am a bit dizzy from the various side whirls that it creates this year.  Escape is ever-present on my shoulder whispering sweet nothings into my ears.  She pulls at my earlobe and breathes sweet autumn air under my collar.  With persistence, she has forced me to shed my concerns and sadness, and apprehensions in an ashen pile like discarded rags at my feet.  I must be careful to step over them and not trip and fall flat-faced into reality.

Each day is a new opportunity to see a different angle of light and tone of respite and new possibilities.  Each day is another open start.  I accept that and drop my shoulders in resistance.  There are hidden paths to quiet and peacefulness.

I am restored by outdoor meet-ups with family.  Our faces remain camouflaged, but I see twinkles and sparkles in their eyes.  Some eyes are too young to focus on the long-range of things.  Other eyes are cautious and penetrating when not distracted by the daily interruptions of technology.  

The Bible says something about lilies in the field and their unworried lives, but I am compelled to notice the birds in the woods who are preparing for winter as they do every fall.  They also do not concern themselves with other issues.  Yes, they watch for that hungry hawk and they study the lack of movement in that cat-shaped shadow behind the oak tree trunk, but they move on in balance and accept that life moves on as well.  Maybe we are all part of a plan?

May your autumn drag you outside to see how the world goes on in spite of mankind's desire to be in control.