The leaves are turning,
one by one carried away in the crisp wind […]
Away, away, says the blue and gold day,
and no one hears it but the wind…
Sit here —…
This is heaven.
Sit. Stay.
Photo: Framed by Aspens – Crested Butte, CO @ramblinjoe – Wild_Turtl3
thank you, David Kanigan from Live and Learn
Full and ever-present, tonight’s moon shines across the sky. A gift that comes with the beauty of autumn.
Transition seasons hold a certain truth about life. The spring brings the promise of renewal and new birth. Its bright color and gentle warmth draws creation out, emboldened and ready to explore. All timidness is thrown aside, when this energy of new life arrives.
The fall brings with it a quiet wisdom. It comes resolved to share its knowledge through images filled with color and the arrival of cooler air. There is no hesitation. Fall calls for proud attention as it prepares for winter’s rest.
The moon is shining bright – announcing this time of change. It will not hide or shrink as evening moves into night. This golden moon comes closer catching our attention as it fills the sky.
Fall’s beauty, be it day or night, invites us all to slow down and offer thanks. As creation begins to shed its summer skin, we are given the chance to be grateful. For all that has been and all that will be – may we take this time to give thanks in the glow of October’s moon.
You too can fly. But that cocoon must go! Anonymous
Good morning all!
The air is crisp. It is certain that Fall has arrived.
In formation birds fly toward their winter homes. Their direction only understood by an internal compass. No worry, no fear – only the feel of air under their wings and the pleasure of sharing the journey with others.
This is also true for butterflies. As the season brings cooler days they begin their own journey toward more temperate climates. Beginning their lives with only the ability to crawl, these beautiful creatures weave their own protective covering to experience a transformation filled with mystery and miracle.
With wings strong enough to carry them hundreds of miles, never could there be flight if butterflies held onto their cocoons.
Let today be a day to fly. Inspired by the butterfly’s transformation – may we find courage to leave the cocoon behind. May we stretch our wings finding them strong enough to carry us over the miles of our hopes and dreams.
“The moon is a loyal companion.It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.” (Tahereh Mafi)
As the trees have shed their leaves this fall, the view from my office window has changed. Each day I have enjoyed a new frame of the mountains stretching beyond my eyesight. Tonight that view has surprised me with the moon. Always my delight in any of its stages – it rises by my side like a friend arriving to share a few moments at the end of the day. It is just passing – as all moments, this moon moves on its way as quickly as it arrives. As it rises into the night, I sit and watch. It is fall and we are missing hours of daylight but when the sky darkens early, there is more time to enjoy the moon’s presence. Tonight I am thankful for nature’s rhythm. A rhythm that includes me!
Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them —
The summer flowers depart —
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1833)The Autumn
And this is where I sit. Awed with the beauty and stirred by the season’s transition. The air is crisp. The colors teasing as they prepare us for the stark winter. It is a gift -creation gives- so our memories of warmth and color can carry us through until the budding spring. Transitions offer moments of insight – the ‘time in between’ can be when we have new or re-newed understanding of our lives and our purpose.
May you find a “lofty hill” and consider this transition with a grateful heart.
Carrie's Bench 
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