Green turns to yellow, turns to brown. Flowers dry and seeds fall to the ground. Hoping for wind to cover them with soil while they wait for spring. Spring, the chance at life, a time for growth.
But it is not spring. It is autumn. It is fall. When life starts to fade in beautiful bursts of color. A last gasp of joy before the cold barren winter.
Days grow short. We turn inward.
Resting.
Breathing.
Renewing.
Allowing the rhythm of life to restore us. Feed us. Comfort us. Prepare us for another season of growth.
How we rest, how we renew. That is up to us. We can charge head long into a season meant for resting, drain our energy, going against the call of time. We were meant to go with the flow of time. Not against it, not squeezing every previous minute dry of its vitality.
Each moment.
Each breath.
That is where life is. Not in the moment before and not in the moment to come.
In this moment.
See.
Feel.
Hear.
Know.
This moment.
The sun is setting.
Open to the magic of the moment.
