14 November 2012
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While each of the four seasons has its unique legacies, autumn seems to provide dreamy reflections. The switch to temperate weather and colored landscapes produces memories of substance and weight. It’s as though Mother Nature planned a punch or two before the gray, somber, yes, freezing days of winter.
This particular motion where we travel through seasonal rhythms (autumn in particular) prompts not only exterior changes and mind wandering, but also interior reflections that evoke the deeper kind. Usually, I find myself pitched for introspection.
As the weather vacillates from comfortable to downright chilling, I am led to sway between the soulful inside of me to spirited outward glances. There is always a pull to watch the metamorphosis in the landscape–no matter what its offerings.
Suddenly something momentous pushed its way into my life. I had one of those uniquely memorable days last week–Wednesday to be exact.
Every living thing seemed destined for the greater good. Minutes and hours brought joy, and I tried to assimilate the experience with a reverence for the converging forces.
My waking hours were stocked with serendipity and wonderment. You know that space where all seems to flow in the right direction towards harmony. The place where there are no log jams, and the day sprinkles here and there with angles of precision.
Of course, there was this huge exhale, the election was behind us. My candidate (and candidates) won. My country is posed to build anew its own center. That brings reflection of a different sort.
There is no way to predict the agency of such (seeming) near perfection in one’s day. But as the goodness layered itself, I promised to let it soothe me. We all deserve such experiences.
The flip happens during times when clues are tossed and say, “stay at home, hide under the covers and wait it out; it will pass.” Or I’ll encourage myself with the “just do it” mainstay of Nike.
And so a reflection from a creek or mirror or the soul can remind me that it’s important not to second guess each day’s meaning: what is, what will be, what can be. The lesson of that glorious day is enjoyment and fulfillment, allowing divergent forces to shower over me the unexpected.
Sometimes this serendipity becomes the day’s exuberance. Sometimes each corner turned becomes a new star that can be tossed into the moment’s skyline.
That day served continuous morsels of dark, creamy and richly cultivated French chocolate: the kind of autumn day that satisfies your dreams with breathtaking steady velocity.
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